At 3 a.m., my husband stormed into the bedroom and yelled, “Get up, useless woman!” while his mother stood in the doorway laughing.
At 3:07 a.m., my husband yanked the blanket off me and pulled me onto the hardwood floor. Before I could cry out, his fist split my lip, while his mother stood in the doorway laughing. “Get up, useless woman!” Derek shouted. My cheek hit the bedframe. Pain burst white behind my eyes, but I did…
