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My father arming himself with a tyre iron... it wasn't to fix a flat tyre.
To understand why this would be scary, you need to know that my father was physically abusive towards me from the age of 8 and he would go through this routine of hitting objects that he was going to hit me with into the palm of his other hand before he would hit me with it.
He walked the entire side of the car hitting that tyre iron into his palm. I remember telling him that I had done nothing wrong and he told me that the tyre iron wasn't for me - though not the reason why he had gone to all the effort of getting it out of the back of the car.
To understand why this would be scary, you need to know that my father was physically abusive towards me from the age of 8 and he would go through this routine of hitting objects that he was going to hit me with into the palm of his other hand before he would hit me with it.
He walked the entire side of the car hitting that tyre iron into his palm. I remember telling him that I had done nothing wrong and he told me that the tyre iron wasn't for me - though not the reason why he had gone to all the effort of getting it out of the back of the car.