That night, I was screaming, “Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone.” He tried to slap me and I blocked him. He stepped forward, put one leg between mine, spun me in midair, and slammed me to the floor. I put my hands up over my head to show submission and curled sobbing into fetal position. My right shin had slammed into the chair and was swollen and painful. Then there was the shame of going to a local emergency room where they knew me. I had to tell them how my leg got hurt. I didn't know that the police would be called. I called my husband.