I left that room very angry, going down the stairs until I reached the entrance of the clinic, when I went to the street, I felt my husband's hand holding my arm tightly, dragging me with him, even though he tried to let me go. from his grip and yelled at him, I didn't get anything more than when we got to the car, he opened the door making me sit inside, putting on the seat belt, Mark very angry. While he walked around the car to sit in the driver's seat, I tried to be faster than him and take off my seatbelt to get out of his car,...