It was a cold, winter night. My head was bashed against a tombstone. The snow was to my knees. I remember the warmth of my blood, the burning of my urine, and the smell of my own vomit. Pain seared through my entire body. Something was in my mouth, almost all the way down my throat. A sock, maybe? I couldn’t breathe. You got 45 days for domestic violence. I got a PTSD diagnosis, a bottle of pills, and ten years of nightmares. I got better. You’ll always be sick. #MeToo