Well, boys, we got three engines out, we got more holes in us than a horse trader’s mule, the radio is gone and we’re leaking fuel and if we was flying any lower why we’d need sleigh bells on this thing… but we got one little budge on them Rooskies. At this height why they might harpoon us but they dang sure ain’t gonna spot us on no radar screen! — Dr. Strangelove: or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
When are you out of the fight? At what point do you pack it in and accept defeat? It is completely up to you. You decide when you’ve had enough and want to stop trying, not the one who is hurting you. This is true in violent situations, but it is even more true in just every-day relationships. Are you going to let an abusive boyfriend beat you into submission, or are you going to stand up and stop taking it? Are you going to let a cheating wife get away with it one more time, or are you going to stand up and stop taking it? Yes, you’ve been knocked down. Yes, you’re bruised, bloody, and beat up. But you are not finished until you say so.