One fateful day, while undergoing one of his brutal pounding sessions, for as a karate black belter, he was a very strong man who was quick with his fists and feet. I thought I was going to die and I could do nothing, for my body was already going limp. However, after my ordeal ended, I managed to drag myself across the living room floor, and with the last of my strength, I stretched to grab the telephone and finally summoned up the courage to call the police, before almost passing out. I was the colour purple. He was arrested overnight, although, I did not press charges because I still loved him. He got released the next day and returned home with his tail between his legs. He was very remorseful and almost cried me a river. Flooded with sympathy, I forgave him again. My epiphany or whatever moment I thought I had, flew out the window. He had learned his lesson, or so I thought. Things got better and I later became pregnant. That notwithstanding, he consistently went to town on me by sometimes beating me to a pulp and at some point, I thought I would lose my baby. It was indeed a miracle that I did not.