I left my first husband when I knew I could kill him if he hit me again or left me with no food or milk for our kids to meet up with his side action or his drinking buddies. I was working full time and he was taking my checks and tips. I remember looking in the couch cushions to find money for milk while he was out buying rounds. The final straw was when he passed me walking in freezing weather with our two kids to get milk and he had the girl up the street cozied up next to him in the car. They drove past snickering and I knew I could kill him and walk away. I left with nothing.