People expect you to scream. They believe that women who are being beaten will cry out. They howl, whimper, plead for their lives. You should have been heard. But women learn to endure suffering. We endure the pain of childbirth. The deathly pain of self-sacrifice, dying for new life. The deep soul pain of our mothers and grandmothers. We suffer in silence. It took me eight years to scream so loudly that someone finally heard me.