So the first time he hit me it was just 'a tap.' He had trodden on my toes and shut a couple of fingers accidentally in doors before. He had got me so drunk I woke up bruised but he told me I had fallen over. I probably had but I don't know. I spent most of my life in a reclining position with him. Emotionally and physically looking back. I say back as he has been gone a year but I'm still trying to work out what actually happened. Women's Aid were great to start with but they are shit now. If I hear the words move on once more I am going to go to the doctor and ask him to examine me and then insist he gives me the Move On Prescription. It must exist.