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After I could breathe and stand up again, it took the courage to inform him that "this time" would be the last time.
I told him I'd blow his brains out while he slept if he ever laid a paw on me again.
So....he hid my bullets and left the next day....:)

Reckon I took all the "fun" out of it, for him.

I did find my bullets up on a rafter in the attic about 3 years later....LOL!

Hard times followed, financially and otherwise but it was worth it and my only regret was not doing it years earlier.
[I'd not have nerve damage from an untreated neck fracture, for one thing]

*But*...life is GOOD now and the new hubby is truly a God-send...:)

Thanks, DJ.