On my birthday, my father walked in, looked at my b:ruised face, and asked, “Sweetheart… who did this to you?” Before I could speak, my husband smirked and said, “I did. Gave her a sl:ap instead of congratulations.”

On the morning of my birthday, my father stepped inside, took one look at the b:ruises on my face, and asked, “Sweetheart… who did this to you?” Before I could respond, my husband curled his lips into a smirk and said, “I did. Gave her a sl:ap instead of congratulations.” My father calmly slipped off his watch and …