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It pains me to even admit to this because I truly feel like the biggest, most worthless piece of shit in all existence.. But last year I was staying with a friend for the week. She lives out of state and my two young children and I went to see her after not seeing each other for two years.
Everything was fine for a few days. But one morning my children and I woke up before she did. It was just her husband and my children and I downstairs at the time. She had always said he was a perfect husband and loved kids.. But apparently she doesn't know him too well.. My son who is four, was reading a book on the living room floor and saw the husband walk in. He jumped up and started playing with him like he had been for a few days. I thought nothing of it because this man seemed to really like my kids. Well... This man (out of the blue) took the book that my son was reading and threw it at my sons face with so much force that I felt the wind push back my hair in the process. The book missed my son (thank god). However, he think ripped the doll out of my daughters hand and threw that at my son as well. This time hitting him in the hand. It didn't have enough force to hurt my son physically but emotionally my son was wrecked. I instantly grabbed my kids and ran to the room to pack our belongings and I booked us for the next flight out. When I was rushing out of the house my friend had stopped me and asked me why I was leaving. I looked at her husband and then back at her and said "If I stay here any longer than your husband will end up six feet under". And as I walked away from that door I heard him start yelling about how my son was a "f*cling puke". I didn't turn around though. I kept walking. And I explained to my son after wards that some people are just disgusting and we don't surround ourselves with that. I should have said something to the husband in that moment but I was so in fear for my son at that point that all I could think about doing was running and getting away. My friend divorced him. I told her what happened and she packed her bags that same night. But even given the fact that she left, I still refuse to allow her around my kids or myself. I actually refuse to allow anyone that I don't know personally around my kids for that matter. I still feel like shit about it. I should have knocked him out.0