Chapter 11 - My Kick Did Not Become Heroic Because Brendan Was Cruel
There was another issue.
The dining-room violence.
Jessica threw a dirty rag into my face and humiliated me.
I slapped her.
That was retaliation.
I could understand why I did it without pretending it was necessary.
Brendan then lunged toward me while threatening:
“Touch her again and you’re dead.”
I was pregnant.
He was larger than me.
I kicked him to stop his advance.
That action had a clearer defensive purpose.
But I still gave investigators and attorneys the exact sequence.
No exaggeration.
No rewriting myself into an action heroine.
My unborn baby remained safe.
That mattered most.
Later, when a civil claim was threatened, the security recording and dining-room camera footage showed what happened from beginning to end.
Diane’s water.
Jessica’s rag.
My slap.
Brendan’s threat and advance.
My kick.
Then stop.
Sequence mattered.
I had spent years watching Brendan’s family use money and status to turn messy events into convenient stories.
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I refused to do the same merely because this story favored me.
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