He hit me every day over the tiniest things—burnt toast, a late reply, a wrong look. “You made me do this,” he’d hiss. One night, panic swallowed me whole and I collapsed. At the hospital, he said to them, “She slipped in the shower”

He hurt me every single day over the tiniest things—burnt toast, a slow text back, even the way I looked at him. “You made me do this,” he would sneer. One night, panic completely took over and I collapsed. At the hospital, he calmly told the staff, “She slipped in the shower.” I didn’t say a word—until the doctor glanced …