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The Last Time He Hit Me

Surviving domestic violence is one thing, recovering is something else entirely

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I don’t even remember what the fight was about.

I do remember the yelling and the insults and the sound, after he had stormed off into the kitchen, the sound of metal on tile, of glass breaking, and the sound that made everything else go silent.




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Matt Lardie

Matt Lardie

Food, wine, travel, ethics, and life’s journey. Based in Durham, NC but frequently wandering.

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