You knew the deal breaker was putting your hands on me.  You knew I was in an abusive relationship for 12 years.  So the other night you decided to push me across the room, and when I was crying and upset, you mocked my survival of domestic violence by telling me I’m damaged and to call the hotline.  Nice.  Guess what though?  I’m still a survivor, and now you’re a f++king non-factor.