When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.

She waited patiently for me to continue.

“He hasn’t always been like this,” I began, before stopping myself because that was the excuse I had been using for years.

“He controls what I spend, checks my messages, gets angry when I visit friends, and stands in doorways so I can’t leave an argument.”

My fingers tightened around the clean towel.

“And when I complain, he tells me that I’m too sensitive.”

Officer Davis wrote carefully in her notebook.