This story discusses domestic abuse.
As I watch the news with horror that more women — currently one woman every four days — are being allegedly murdered by men known to them, one thought continues to repeat in my mind: That could have been me.
I thought I was going to die after I told my husband our marriage was over. He left the house in a fury and returned to find I had locked him out. He broke through a deadlock, a bolt and a chain, shearing from its frame the heavy front door of our terrace house. He strode through the debris, threatening me as I ran to the telephone.
My voice was eerily calm as I replied to the police officer, in a recording I have since heard. I was on autopilot: trapped in a long-running cycle of violence, where I was repeatedly wooed, isolated, punished, and ignored. The years of psychological, social, financial and religious abuse had exhausted my capacity to resist. The physical violence and weapon throwing was always worse when he was drunk, had lost at gambling or felt slighted; so telling him to go was like a red flag to this bull-shaped man.
I no longer cared what he might do to me.
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