At first, my husband was just sitting on the couch, glued to his phone, while our son wandered around the room trying to get his attention. He reached out his little hands, showed him toys, but my husband brushed him off irritably.

When the boy started crying loudly, my husband suddenly jumped up and grabbed him by the arms. I saw my son shrink in fear and cry even harder. He grabbed him roughly, shook him by the shoulders, shouted at him.

At that moment, my heart shattered. I sat frozen in front of the screen, barely believing my eyes, but I understood that I could not stay with a man who was capable of treating our child that way.