My Daughter Called on Easter and Whispered, “Dad… He Hurt Me Again”—Twenty Minutes Later, I Walked Into Her Husband’s Mansion
Job placement.
The things coercive partners often control.
She told me:
“I finally understand why money mattered so much.”
“What do you mean?”
“Because he didn’t just want me broke.”
She looked at me.
“He wanted every exit to require permission.”