I am voting on behalf of a 25-year-old battered woman and single mother who didn’t have a prayer. She was me. This is my story: In 1980 I met and married the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen and I thought my life would be a fairy tale. Within a week of marriage I learned it was a nightmare instead. The beautiful boy beat me for just about any reason — from a bad day at work to finding crumbs on the floor. I sought counsel at church and was told that a wife must submit to her husband. And so I did. Our son was born shortly after my 22nd birthday. Our daughter came along 18-months later. My...