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The whole story is like this. I lost the mailbox keys. My hu*****and was so angry that he told me to find the keys first. I was lookig for everywhere but I still could not find it. It was about 9:00pm, and I told him that I was hungry that I wanted to have some food first, and then keeping looking for the keys. He said NO. I started to cooking. He was too angry to throw all the plates and vase on the table to the tile ground. My little daughter was only 3 years old, and she was so scary that she climbed to her bed and went to sleep. I called 911, and told them what my hu*****and did. The operator asked me if the police needed to show up. I told her no.
About 10 minutes later, a policeman rang the bell. My hu*****and answered the door, and the policeman wanted to talk with me. He asked me what happened. I told him. He took a look at the kitchen where there was a big mess. I rememered very clearly that the policeman asked me:"Did he put his hands on you?" at least two times. I said no because my hu*****and had not hit me before. I would tell the truth if he hit me with no doubt. I value my life more than marriage or green card, etc.
After that my hu*****and never did the same thing.