Personal Narrative: Physical, Emotional, Verbal Violence

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My parents were right.

My parents were right when they told me then that they do not like the guy i'm going to marry. Although we are still together, conflicts comes every now and then. There was a time when i became a battered wife. Physical, emotional, verbal abuse. I was able to surpass it though. But then, just recently, he and my Dad had an argument. It came to a point that he told my Dad to move out of the house. He was saying all bad things and curse. After that incident, he had a fight with three of our neighbors. They chased him holding knives and broken bottles. Now, I can't do anything but accept the result of my decision. Only know that I realized, my parents were right...if i only

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