At 26, I should have been preparing to walk across the stage at Wharton business school holding an MBA diploma. Instead, I was standing on my own in a Philadelphia courtroom about to ask a judge for a piece of paper that could save my life.
Doom was my dominant emotion. When I told the judge that my husband — also a Wharton MBA candidate — held a loaded gun to my head and savagely beat me more times than I could remember, I knew the judge would likely believe my husband, not me.
Because standing across from me in court was my husband — a tall, blond, athletic Irish American in his early 30s, a magna cum laude Ivy League graduate, a former Wall Street investment banker, the first member of his family to graduate from college.
They say abusers are charming. Somehow this implies that if you were smart enough, you would see the invisible warning on their forehead stating, “I AM CHARMING AND CREDIBLE SO THAT I CAN KILL YOU ONE DAY WITH IMPUNITY.”
I wasn’t that smart. No one really is. He had fooled me and I knew he would fool the judge. No one would believe me, I thought. I was sure the next time, he would make good on his threats to destroy me.
This all happened long ago. This past Sunday, when I saw Ohio Rep. Max Miller’s livestream video denying allegations that he abused his ex-wife Emily Moreno and their daughter, I felt my body go on alert. Miller has denied allegations of abuse that include throwing hot water at Moreno, holding a gun to her head and possibly fracturing...
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