My boyfriend was abusive and my friends and family found out after I needed medical attention when he tore the bottom of my tongue open, and to make a long story short, he came home to my friend and I on a phone call working out some marriage details of a family member. He knew he could hit me, but when he swung at my friend, my friend hit back twice, knocking him to the ground. I never thought two hits could kill him, but it did, and since I continued the relationship, it was my friend that hit him (because God forbid I have friends), I got fired from my job because they didn't want the publicity, I was made a social pyriaha and I suffer from the guilt of being so used to violence that I didn't realize the situation was so dire. I drank and tried to live a normal life, but I got very depressed and eventually pulled myself out of my sadness and I have currently completed a full term of college, passing every class, between a bout with swine flu and also working full time. I would love someone to read this and change their lives too, because you are the only one that can change your situation. Thank you for reading this.