Well, I just got hit by a ton of bricks.
I learned quite a few things about her horrible relationship. I thought mine was bad; my ex was just a clueless twat who couldn't get her life together. Her ex became a drug addict and completely stripped her of her dignity.
He treated her badly, yelled at her, told her she was worthless. He wouldn't let her dress up or go out by herself. He would put her down and call her ugly and slutty. He wouldn't help out around the apartment or find a job. He spent all her money. He gave her an STD. He got her pregnant. They started a "baby jar", which he stole money out of to buy drugs.
She couldn't understand why he would turn like that. She started to believe everything he said. She came to a dead end in her life. She sat in the driveway one night, attached a hose to her exhaust pipe and decided to end it all. He found her, only unconscious, thank god, but the abuse didn't end.
It didn't end there. We talked about other things, and discovered the role of other people in keeping her and me apart. If certain things hadn't happened, she'd have been with me instead of this piece of shit.
I'm still trying to sort through all this in my head. I told her the only thing I'm really certain of is that I still want to be with her.