My Husband Hit Me at the Altar on Our Wedding Day — I Smiled Through My Tears, Took Off My Ring, and Walked Away Before He Realized What He’d Just Lost
The first time my husband hit me was thirty seconds before he was supposed to become my husband. His open palm cracked across my face so loudly that the string quartet stopped in the middle of a note. I was standing beneath white roses in St. Matthew’s Chapel in Charleston, facing two hundred guests and…