What was your last straw?

For me, it's getting body slammed to the ground at 10 weeks pregnant in front of my 1 and a half year old son, who immediately started sobbing as soon as I did and ran straight to me to hug me. The heartbreak and fear on his face was enough to knock me to my senses, by the grace of God. Right after that, I told my husband that he was scaring our son, and he looked at him and said, "he's not scared? Are you baby?" Called him over and beckoned him for a hug. My baby boy was beyond hesitant. At one years old, he had enough fear of this man to make him hold back from embracing his own daddy. I left a couple hours after that and haven't returned since. For the longest time afterwards my son couldn't even be around play fighting without breaking out into sobs and screams. Never again. Not my son. The cycle ends with me.