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	Comments on: I got home late from work and before I could even set my bag down, my husband slapped me and screamed that I was an idiot for not knowing the time. He said everyone had to wait because of me, then ordered me into the kitchen to cook like I was a servant. I didn’t scream back. I didn’t cry. I turned my head slowly, touched my cheek, and looked at him so calmly it made him pause. Then I picked up my phone, walked past him, and dialed emergency services right in front of everyone. I said my address clearly and reported an assault. The room went dead silent. Suddenly nobody was hungry anymore. Suddenly they were all talking at once, begging me to “calm down,” swearing it was “a misunderstanding,” but it was too late. What I did next left everyone shocked and panicking because I wasn’t covering for him anymore	</title>
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