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My husband b:ea:t me because I refused to move into his mother’s house. The next morning, he tossed a makeup bag onto the bed and muttered, “Mom’s coming over for lunch. Cover those br:uis:es and keep smiling.” At noon, he came back with her, both of them laughing as they stepped through the front door. Then they suddenly stopped. The makeup bag hadn’t been touched, my suitcase had disappeared, and sitting calmly in the living room was the last person he ever expected to find…