I was married to an emotional abuser, who got worse after he found a girlfriend. I could not bear the thought of moving in with my mother, who thought anybody getting a divorce was going to hell. I had 3 children to take care of. So I stayed there sleeping on the sofa for 6 months. Now I don't even know how I stayed one day. But when he was having a screamfest in the driveway at my son, I saw myself (in my mind), run over him with my car and reverse it to hit him again, I knew I had to go. I packed up while he was at work and went to mom's to hear her rants. I was not going to jail over an idiot, nor leave my children with no mother. So I know firsthand how nasty it can be behind closed doors. My co-workers never had a clue that I was close to a breakdown. I agree with you 100%.