I use to be married to a man that shared and showed his fear in this way. He came from a family where anger, frustration, and physical violence reigned, so that is what he learned. I made a vow to never hit back and kept it our entire relationship (seven years). Then one night during one of his outbursts, I visualized ripping out is wind pipe with my bare hands as I had truly had enough, so the next day I finally left, that was August 11th, 2000, as I was scared of me and what I might do. I went to a Woman’s Shelter in New Mexico that day and started my life over.

Wow! How bizarre that you posted this image on my 13th anniversary of my leaving a relationship where emotions were expressed in this way.

It seems people always wondered why I stayed, it…