It took one punch, and my husband was down for the count. I thought Carl knocked his tooth loose or something. I was aghast and frightened for my husband’s well-being. I was glad Carl didn’t keep kicking him while he was down.

My husband did TRY to valiantly come to my rescue. The thing is I didn’t really need saving. As long as he wasn’t going to break bones or give me a black eye – I am used to biting and choking. It was a lot of intense pain, but I could have handled it.