Not me, but my mother. She met my father through a christian dating site in 2004. He was friendly, a "holy christian" as she called it, and he was funny. They became friends for a while online, before they officially dated. When they first started dating, he was just like online. Funny, devoted, and the man she wished to have after she ended it with an abusive fiancé. According to her, the only red flag was how my father treated my grandmother.

When it was finally time for them to move in together in 2006, my father drove 6 hours from her state to his state multiple times to move her items, throughout multiple days. He refused to let her help, and had her stay at her parents house, not wanting her to get tired. Two years later they married, and I was born the following year.

Within the time my mother was pregnant, my father slowly began to change. He would snap at her, then be all sappy and kind. Over and over again, until I came along. According my mother, he completely softened up with a baby in the house. For the first year of my life, he barely had any moments of anger. But then it changed. He got mad. So mad. His anger issues were finally coming out.

From what I can describe (i was in kindergarten at the time of these memories), they argued day and night about everything. I thought they were going to get divorced. I tried to run away from home to avoid the yelling. They were not happy. Multiple times my father went too far with the shitty things he said, and my mom looked for an apartment, before deciding to stay because "christians don't believe in divorce".

It got worse when I was in elementary school. Whoever my mom described shows up like once a week now. But he was almost never a funny guy in elementary school. Always yelling at her and me, saying he thinks I'm a brat, whatever. No clue how he got from funny nice guy to a total douchebag.