I can remember being in 7th or 8th grade in Chicago. My older brother and I hiding behind a door listening to our parents fighting. We both had our new from Christmas Scooby Doo pajamas on. We were huddling together scared when my father had my mother pinned up against the door we were hiding behind. Then he punched a hole in the door right next to her face!
I instantly ran down to the basement were I knew there was a big butcher knife 🗡️. And waited behind the door to strike if needed!! I feel like I've been in fight or flight mode ever since. I'm now 57. He never struck her and I retreated.
