Just divorce. But that was for the best. He was abusive. And the thing was, he targeted me the most. But when it reached a level of “life or death” he was pushed down the stairs or stumbled up the stairs, making him slow down enough for me to get away. My mom told me once, that it was because he got so mad that he didn’t think about how he ran after me. But I think that my little protector did it to help me.