But she told me she was never going to drink again.

She'd hit me before but never over and over and over and over into the head.

Yeah, she was hitting me hard. She was drunk and she was hitting me hard.

I knew I couldn't solve it. Because I couldn't figure out what made her drink when things were going well.

I did try to leave, and she came running after me.

She just kept hitting me in the head with her fists, over, and over and over.