I hate to say it, but I feel no shame
Oh there so much help as are the police. The police tell you "he's your husband don't you think you two can work this out.'' Until you have a loaded shotgun pointed at your face or been beaten up in your place of employment, or had a broken finger dislocated shoulder 3 cracked ribs cracked cheek bone (all from one beating at my office) or had to have your kids run go get the manager of your ex's apartment complex because daddy's beating mommy up in the corner........when you've endured that and can sit on my side of the fence and still be alive to talk about it........then you can talk. Until then talk what you know. If you are going to talk the talk you better be able to walk the walk.
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