Domestic violence is real and it is scary.
Standing across the room, he threw the screwdriver towards me just inches from my head as it stuck into the wall behind me. I asked him to stop, grabbed the screwdriver and asked him to leave. He said with even more evil in his eyes, “That’s OK, Babe, I’ve got this!” flipping out a 4 inch pocket knife.
I went to high school with the author. The fact that she was a hair’s breadth from being a statistic is chilling.