The first time my mother was domestically abused, I was only 3 years old. I could only cry and shout: "Dad, please don't hit my mother."
My mother was domestically abused for the 800th time. I was already 18 years old. I picked up a rolling pin and struggled with my 1.8 Meter father.
Although two front teeth were knocked out, most of my hair was torn off, and two ribs were kicked, I tried my best to protect my mother behind me.
After the fight ended, before I could get up, my mother rushed over and slapped me six times.
"You bastard, how dare you hit my precious husband!"
"I'll beat you to death, beat you to death."
My chest tightened.
OK! In this case, if someone hits you in the future, I will never intervene again.
