Then, to my absolute horror, he grabbed her arm a bit too roughly, pulling her closer in a way that was clearly uncomfortable for her. She whimpered, trying to pull away, but he held on. My heart broke as I watched her struggle, tears welling up in her eyes.

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.