My husband str:uck my mother twice right in front of me and demanded, “Either she leaves tonight or our marriage is over.”

“Are you really going to throw away seven years of marriage over one single argument?”

I stared at the screen for several moments.

Then I typed:

“Those seven years are already dead and gone, Brandon. Right now, I am deciding what I am going to do with the next forty years of my life.”

His attorneys tried to present an absurd version of events during the first legal proceedings.

They claimed that I had abandoned the marriage impulsively.

They said my mother was a toxic influence who interfered in our