I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This wasn’t the man I married, the man who had once been so gentle and loving. How could he treat our innocent daughter this way? The scenes continued to unfold, showing a side of him that I never knew existed. He didn’t hit her, but the emotional strain he put her under was enough to scar her. He continued to berate her, his face twisted with anger and impatience.

As I watched, my mind raced with questions. What had caused this shift in his behavior? Was he under some sort of pressure that he hadn’t shared with me? Or had he always been capable of such cruelty, hidden beneath the surface? I felt a mix of anger, betrayal, and immense sadness.

The video continued to play, and I noticed moments where he seemed to catch himself, stopping suddenly as if realizing he had gone too far. He would let go of her arm and back away, looking almost guilty, before returning to his phone. Those moments of hesitation were brief, but they gave me a small glimmer of hope that perhaps he wasn’t entirely lost.

I knew I had to confront him. This couldn’t continue. Our daughter didn’t deserve to live in fear of her father. But I also realized I needed to approach the situation carefully. As much as I wanted to protect my daughter, I also recognized that something might be seriously wrong with my husband, something that needed to be addressed for all our sakes.

With a heavy heart, I decided to seek help. I reached out to a family counselor, hoping to find guidance on how to handle the situation responsibly. I wanted to ensure my daughter’s safety while also trying to understand the underlying issues with my husband.