When I was a kid, about 8-9 my mother had an alcoholic boyfriend who had serious issues. He scared me to the point where I was constantly paranoid and I couldn’t stand it, so one day I took a knife from the kitchen cabinet and hid it in the seat I always sat in at the living room, so if he were to ever attack me I’d have a fighting chance at defending myself. To this day I’m still scared of what I could’ve done I that man stepped over the final line.
