Watching the storm from the window in my bedroom, I keep rubbing my wrist where George had left his handprint on me.  After getting home Tuesday afternoon from jail, the first thing he did was slam me up against the wall and warn me that if I ever see Jordan again it will be the last thing I do.

With tears streaming down my cheeks, I wish I had never married him.  Perhaps, then my life would have turned out better and still had my children with another man that is loving like ...