Just before I fell in love with a man who abused me, I spouted off to my New York City roommate that I'd never be stupid enough to stay with a man who hit me. Like most people who are naive about the complexities of relationship violence — victims and bystanders alike — my dismissal of the dangers of abusive love cost me dearly.
When I see footage of Ray Rice knocking his then-fiancée, Janay Palmer, unconscious in an Atlantic City elevator — and her subsequent defense of Rice after he was cut from the Baltimore Ravens and suspended indefinitely from the National Football League last week — I recognize how hard it can be to leave a violent relationship.
Here are the times I wish I'd left my abusive husband, an Ivy League graduate and Wall Street trader I met in New York when I was 22 and a recent Harvard graduate:
Three months into our relationship, the night he choked me during sex and I wrote it off as weird but somehow erotic (for him; not for me).
The day we moved in together and he wouldn't talk to me because a male friend from college called to congratulate me on the milestone.
The Saturday he said I looked better without any makeup and told me not to wear it anymore.
The night I was getting dressed to go out to dinner and he told me I was a slut because my skirt was too short.
The morning five days before our wedding when he first physically attacked me, because, he said with his hands around my neck, "you remind me of my mother."