We were loving that he was staying away more and more. However when he returned the incidents of his rage seemed more powerful than ever. The full on violent abuser he had been with my mother turned on all of us. It seemed like no matter what was said or done it was taken as disrespectful in his eyes. We didn't stand a chance against his rage.
I was certain it was just a matter of time before one of us would die at his hand. I prayed I was wrong.
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