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Caroline's Story

"...and I never answered the door again."

The worst memory I have in my life is the day I had a miscarriage in the toilet at church and went home asking my husband to tell my supervisor that I needed to leave because I lost a baby (and I was at this point very scared of him). I got 17 missed calls and all the voicemails said he would dock my pay unless I came back to church and told him in person; that I was acting like a child; that I deserved to have a week’s pay deducted because I am such a terrible person. He threatened to come and visit me to tell me how irresponsible I am. From that time on I turned the location off my phone in case he somehow traced me, and I never answered the door again.