I was holding my newborn when my uncle walked into the hospital room and saw the dark handprints on my neck. My husband leaned back in his chair and smirked. “Just showing her who the boss of this new family is.” My uncle calmly pulled the hospital curtains shut and took out his hearing aids, placing them on the tray. “Close your eyes, kiddo,” he told me softly. But when my tough father-in-law recognized the faded military tattoo on my uncle’s forearm and started vomiting from absolute fear, I knew my husband had just made his final mistake. – True Stories