After Glencoe, after the stairs, after the bed coming down on top of me, you would think there would have been some huge moment where I finally understood: This man is dangerous. There wasn't. Instead, there were more good days. More apologies. More laughs. More normality. And then another explosion. That's how my life started working. I wasn't waking up every morning thinking: I'm in an abusive relationship. I was waking up wondering: What version of him am I getting today?