I remember clear as day the time my EXAH got violent and grabbed the heavy dumbbell bar off a set of free weights. He was bashing everything in the kitchen including the kitchen cabinets. I was standing in the middle of the living room watching, thinking to myself that he was probably going to kill me and I hoped he would get it over with quick.
I had become desensitized to the years of violence/abuse, and no longer felt anything but numb. Any sense of danger had long departed from me.
