I ran in, grabbed my father with all my might, threw him up against the refrigerator, jammed my forearm into his throat choking him, and stared in his eyes with a threatening look that he’d never seen in me before. I yelled, “You better stop it right now!!” and he knew he’d better not make another move. Then with gritted teeth and the calm demeanor that only comes with extreme anger, I told him to drop the bag. He didn’t initially, but then I jammed my forearm into his throat harder and told him again to drop the bag. This time he did, and then he left the kitchen. That was the first time I ever saw fear in my father’s eyes, and it was the last time he ever tried to put his hands on my mother.
Wow ! You are a warrior !