How he answered questions for me.

How he discouraged visits with friends.

How an apology never ended an argument, but merely changed what I was expected to apologize for next.

How he prepared other people to believe I was unreliable before I had ever accused him of anything.

I said that getting help had required support from many people: the dispatcher, the officers, the medical team, the advocate, my sister, the neighbors who eventually spoke up.

Surviving was not a test I had passed by being stronger than someone else.