Trigger warning: This article contains accounts of domestic violence. The timeline is blurred, but the results are the same. In 2013, I took in a stray. This stray came in the form of a house-hopping, shaggy haired guitarist who I worked with serving tables. I was in nursing school and admired his “didn’t-give-a-damn” attitude and lack of obligations to anyone but himself. The fact that… Continue reading bruised.