“ There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you” Maya Angelou I kept my abuse a secret for over 20 years; the Ray Rice story moved me to speak my truth. When I was 26 years old, my ex-husband and I were driving through Greektown, a thriving restaurant and entertainment area in downtown Detroit. It was bustling with people on that warm summer night. We got into an argument, about what I can’t remember. What I do remember is that one moment we were arguing and the next I was bouncing off of parked cars on Greektown’s main street. My 6’7” husband had leaned over, opened my door and literally kicked me out of our moving van and sped off. Surprisingly, my first response was not to check to see if I was hurt, it was to look around to see if there were witnesses. It was not because I wanted witnesses to the abus