Wow. I had imagined an impassioned 2-way fight, because that's all too understandable.

But man, what really happened is so much more terrifying. I also read that she told police that it wasn't the first time.

She was pretty quick-witted to fake the call to her first assistant. I can't imagine having quite that much presence of mind. I think my brain would be all lizard at that point.

Yeah, for serious. I would maybe have thought to make the call, but when I didn't get an answer I would have just freaked out.

The description is so crazy because it's clear how quickly something can go so bad. The bit where he's driving with one hand and beating her with the other...that's just messed up. She can't get away.

And I agree with the 19! 19! assessment. How can you be like that at 19?

I come from a family where my aunt shot her husband when he came home drunk and got abusive. (He lived, by the way.) I seem to just be able to recall my dad slapping my mother one time during an argument. The kids were packed up before the redness faded on her cheek. I have never seen my father raise his hand to my mother since then. Ever. And he's had ample cause.

Dinner tonight, is, according to Olivia, "Chicken and Farmer John."

How can you be like that at 19?

I think I read somewhere the his father was abusive toawrd his mother. I guess he learned it at home.

We fought in our relationship. Our early years were plenty of Sid & Nancy. Lots of broken glass, thrown things. I wrote impassioned songs about it. But he never raised a hand to me. The most physical against each other was me putting him through the wall in our studio apartment. (We later covered the hole with a Monet poster. It was that kind of life.) So I can see what it's like to be fighting with someone all the time and still be deeply in love.

But fighting like that is a long long way from what was described in the account.

Hubby comes from a family that yelled and threw things. I did not. Anger was cold, in my world. His ex-wife was the drama sort and liked stoking his anger. He told me, "If I ever hit you, you'll probably deserve it." I froze, stared at him, and said, "If you ever hit me, you'll be divorced." He never hit me, though whether it's from me not "deserving" it or his self-control I don't know. I don't care to discuss it. This year's the 24th anniversary. In the years before his health began to fail, I've left the house on many occasion until he stopped yelling and throwing.

My parents divorced because my dad would get drunk and hit my mom.

I thought it only happened once, when I was 12 (they divorced within the year), but when I was 24 my mom told me it happened often.

My dad, to this day, will say things like, "I don't know why your mother divorced me," or blame it on her wanting to run around with other men. And I've never been able to say, "What about you hitting her? You think that had anything to do with it?" I just don't want to have that conversation.

The most physical against each other was me putting him through the wall in our studio apartment.

...was there a pre-existing hole there? Because -- wow.

I'm just stunned at that police report. I had no idea that it was that extreme. That's ugly and scary and infuriating.

...was there a pre-existing hole there? Because -- wow.

Err, no. I mean, for the record it was a cheap apartment, with cheap apartment walls. But still. He was trying to keep me from leaving in a rage, I think, and I swung him around and into the wall. I was pretty mad. Don't have any memory what about. Those first two years were pretty rough.

That was the only time we ever touched each other in anger, though, and it scared us pretty good and it was the last time anything like that ever happened. Plus we had to pay a pretty hefty damage bill when we moved.

It's embarrassing now. And I'm pretty sure most of the people who meet us now never picture us like that. But that's the truth.