Back in the eighties a group of us school mums because friendly, one day we head one of our group was in hospital, she had been smashed repeatedly into an outside wall, she had had brain surgery, her face was criss crossed with stitches, her neck was grossly swollen, I would never have recognised her.
Police and social services were involved, her daughter came to stay with us while our friend recovered, she had seen the attack take place, and had run to a neighbor to raise the alarm.
I’m sure you know what I’m going to say, yes she went back to him, but none of us ever let our children there again.
They seemed to be a nice middle classed family, I was really rattled by the whole thing, we’ve lost touch now, I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t killed her.