Society taught us to leave if he hit you. No one told us what to do when he drove over the speed limit swerving and smacking the steering wheel, when you cowered he told you to get out if you couldn’t bear to sit next to him, if he was such an ogre that you were scared to accept a lift. I was 28 weeks pregnant, and was late to my appointment for a foetal heart scan. I hopped out the car and ran to my appointment, they did the scan and afterwards sat me in a room with floral wallpaper and a box of tissues. I was terrified. DD was/is fine. After I had to phone my ExHB and flag him down as he drove past.
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