I will never forget one particular evening. I was resting on the bed when Charles
returned at the end of the work day, “What did you do today?” I asked. Without warning,
he came at me with his fist aimed right my stomach. I cringed and put up my arms to
protect myself. At that instant my nose started to bleed. Nothing had made contact with it.
It was simply a spontaneous episode. Charles was as frightened as I was when my hand
oozed with bright red blood and droplets created crimson pools on the white sheet. He
rushed to the bathroom for the Kleenex box. “Make it stop! I don’t know what got into
The nosebleed had saved me from potential harm to our babies.
This is how we lived and loved during that first year of our marriage. There were
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