It's not insulting at all... In fact I KNOW You are absolutely right.
I grew up with an alcoholic father.
He would go into rages, throw things at me, throw things at my mother, hit me, yell at me. One time he even ripped up my toys (I was hiding under the bed). When I was teenager, I vowed to never live in a situation like that again...
Funny (not really) how things turn out.
Really, I'm not trying to focus on it (somebody here was saying I'm focusing on others). But these things do come up in my mind, sometimes they turn into an obsession. I know I oughtn't to, it just happens. That's why I write here. To here the things you are saying. To LISTEN so I can remember why I made the choice to leave him.
Strange as it may be, I doubt myself occasionally.