As Mom, Dad, and I made our way from Orlando Inter-national Airport to our extra large beach house in Henley Beach, The events of Wednesday played in my head once more. At one point, my verbally, emotion-ally, and psycho-logically abusive boyfriend and I are getting into a verbal fight. Moments later, he is calling me a bad name, and saying that I wasn't good enough. Deciding that I had had enough, I punched him in the face, told him that we were...