I'm almost glad he hit me.Years later, I'm free and on my own, and I am in that place because he hit me.When I was young, I was afraid to leave. He told me it would break his heart if I walked out. He said he'd kill himself, and it would be my fault. Over the phone, at 3 am on a blistering hot summer night, he shouted that his mother found in him in the kitchen with a bread knife pointed at his belly because he thought I would leave.He was right. I did leave, except I didn't have the courage until he found me with my friends, skinny-dipping in a pool at midnight. Somehow he tracked me down, drove all over town until he found us.His fist flashed and caught me on my left cheekbone. I can still feel it.My friends ran up, and one of them gasped, "Did he just hit you?". "No, no, no," I gabbled. I was ashamed, convinced it was my fault.Violence has a way of messing with your head. He told me he did it because he loved me so much, and it proved the depth of his feelings.He wore a ring that night. It left a scar on my cheek.That scar saved me.When I saw the mark, it told me I had to leave. No matter what happened, I had to get out and start over.Yes, I'm almost glad he hit me. In a way, he was the one who let me fly away.
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