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She hit me with words of invalidation.

She hit me with accusations of affairs.

She hit me with you’ll never get your child back again.

She hit me with I’ll tell everyone you’re a dyke.



She hit me.



She hit me with I’ve called your university and they can’t find your records.

She hit me with called to get your military medical records.

She hit me with Lynn’s is stalking me, although I was at a friend’s house and not saying a word to her.



She hit me.



She hit me by sending emails to friends and family saying horrific things to the point where I was discouraged about going to my local place of worship due to her actions.

She hit me with using my social security number to get things for herself but under my name.



She hit me.



She hit me by sending threatening emails to my new lover’s ex, and telling people she is going to kick my ass while my lover is out of town.

She hit me with going to my mother’s house and telling her your daughter is dating a woman again.



She hit me.



She hit me by forcing herself on me even when I yelled and screamed no.

She hit me when she held me down blindfolded and I told her to stop and she didn’t.

She hit me with her actions of telling my friends and family that she was the victim although they saw the PTSD scars on me.



She hit me.



She hit me for nearly a year before I was given the strength and opportunity to get away.

Although I’ve moved away and am living a wonderful life with my new love, she hits me now, but each hit stings a little less more and makes me glad I got away and got out before it was too late.



She hit me, and I hold strong to my faith in never hitting her back.