My dad saw me limping down our quiet Midwest street with my baby on my hip... and when he asked why I was walking when he bought me an SUV, I FINALLY SAID THE WORDS I’D BEEN SWALLOWING: “JUDITH TOOK IT. SHE SAYS I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL THEY LET ME STAY.” HE SAID, “GET IN THE TRUCK. WE’RE FIXING THIS TONIGHT.” AND EVERYTHING — MY MARRIAGE, MY IN-LAWS, MY WHOLE LIFE — BLEW APART. My name is Maya, I’m 28, and that night began on a cracked sidewalk in a sleepy Midwestern suburb where everyone pretends

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