Yes, it was my head that broke the glass on that frame.

Thank you Sarah, Jeff and Tim for inspiring me to share my story.  Not sure I would be here if it wasn’t for your vile emails, telling me I was to blame for having been attacked.

Someday you may find yourself in a similar situation.I hope your response to your daughters or your wife or your mother is much kinder.


I was violently assaulted by the love of my life, my now ex-boyfriend of 5.5 years; and while the bruises on my arms, neck, back and legs have faded, the impact of the injuries I sustained that night, both physical and emotional, are still present and a constant  reminder of the nightmare I endured.

My advice, for what it’s worth, be gentle with yourself.  Cycle of abuse is complex and takes a long time to undo, but it can be done.  Accept that he will never change and stop all contact, because it is only then that the healing begins.

I recently came across a collection of poems , written by another survivor.  Her words resonate in ways I can’t describe.


The Guest House


This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.


Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.


Be grateful for whatever comes because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.

— Jellaludin Rumi,
translation by Coleman Barks