I persevered for two years, and at one point he believed, but soon recanted, and started to hate me fervently. I forgave him every time he hit me, but the last day he pinned me against the wall by my throat and cut off the air so long that I couldn't see even though my eyes were open, and as he did this he hissed in my face "I should just snap your neck right now"(keep in mind, I was about 95 pounds, and he was 200 pounds, he could have done it quikly) Then he wouldn't let me out of the apartment, and was tring to get the kids out to leave to who knows where with them. So I somehow made it out of the apartment, and called 911 on my cell phone. That was the last day, I soon found out that he had been cheating on me, and realized that I was free, at last.