I step into the house after a long, boring day and I’m tempted to run back out and drive away. I wouldn’t be running away forever. I just don’t want to see her face right now. I don’t want to deal with the excuses, the lies, and the fake apologies. I would never hit a woman in my life, but I could lose my temper and probably do something stupid like smash my face against the wall. Yeah. Not the smartest move, but what can...