My vision was blurry, and without my glasses, I struggled to see or hear clearly, responding slowly to his inquiries.
"We need to check her hearing and vision and assess for any damage. I'll also order a CT scan to evaluate potential brainstem injuries."
Once my parents arrived, the police couldn't stay with me around the clock. The female officer left with the medical report.
My mom gripped my hand, her eyes red with fury as she cursed my husband, Steve.
"After all your struggles, he still raised his hand to you? Before, they had the excuse of no grandkids, but now what?"
Memories of his fury and his steadfast belief I cheated flashed through my mind. Why did he have that thought?
Then I thought of my mother-in-law's smug certainty. There was definitely something off.
I balled my fists. I wasn't about to let this slide. He would pay for this assault.
"Mom, we need to file for divorce. Let's distance ourselves from that jerk first, then sort out the details."
"No, how can you just divorce like that?"
Her response shocked me, and she quickly tried to recover.
"I mean, maybe there's a misunderstanding, and have you thought about life after divorce?"