The Abusive Man

My husband was abusive, so I called the police on him.

My mother-in-law said, "Every couple has their fights, don't they?"

Oh, is that so?

Later, her son was beaten so badly he could hardly function.

My in-laws quickly jumped in to try and smooth things over.

But I retorted, "Every couple has their fights, right?"

When my husband beat me so badly that I ended up in the hospital, I immediately called the police.

He was arrested, and my in-laws and sister-in-law all tried to persuade me not to press charges.

"Why doesn't Gavin hit anyone else? He still loves you," my mother-in-law said, sitting on the bed with her arms crossed, trying to sound earnest.

"All couples have their arguments. Even your father-in-law and I had our fights. It's not a big deal. Reporting it to the police just looks bad to others. Listen to me, go to the police this afternoon and tell them it was just a misunderstanding. Withdraw the complaint."

I sneered, "Dream on! Now you think it's bad? When he was hitting me, you all slept like the dead in the next room. Once he gets out, I'm divorcing him!"

"Divorce over such a small matter? If it wasn't your fault, would my son have hit you?"

She was right. I was so angry that I wanted to get out of bed and slap her. If she had no issues, would I hit her?

But as soon as I stood up, I felt dizzy and collapsed back onto the bed.

I took a deep breath and told myself that there would be time for this later.

"Sis, I'm not saying you're wrong, but people say couples fight and make up quickly. You just got slapped a couple of times by my brother, and you hit him back too. Is it really necessary to send him to jail?"

"The doctor said you only have minor injuries. My brother will be detained for a few days at most. Just let it go."

She pouted impatiently and asked me for money, "I'm out of cash. Transfer some money to me later. I'm leaving now."

With that, she left without looking back, slamming the door behind her.

A fellow patient grumbled, "This family really has some nerve. They come to see a patient and don't bring anything, but they have the nerve to ask for money."

My in-laws' faces turned pale and then red.

After a while, my mother-in-law whispered, "Valerie, we paid your hospital fees. Don't forget to pay us back."

She pulled my father-in-law and quickly left the room.

No one remembered that I was still bedridden.

In the end, it was an elderly woman in the same ward who couldn't stand it anymore and bought me some food.

"This family is truly wicked. Such a good girl, beaten like this. Your parents would be devastated if they knew."