I turned my face away from her slowly, pulled a few napkins from the counter, and dabbed at my cheek as tears threatened to fall—not from weakness, but from the strain of holding it all in.

The stinging feeling of having to put aside your dignity, to render yourself helpless, even when every part of you screamed to fight back—it was unbearable.

But I had to do it. I had to swallow my pride and do what was right. I turned away and walked off without looking back.

Because if I turned around, ...