Of those who had to call the police on their own child. I haven’t even wanted to think, speak or post about it. In the fewest words: he came home at 4 am raging just after he raged at his exes’ place and was tossed. Forced a lock. Became abusive and threatening, threw a bottle, tore a door off a hinge, rushed my H who clipped him in the lip, blood, 911, threw a couple punches and H wrestled him to the floor and pinned him. When he wouldn’t stop threatening and struggling, we had to call down our high schooler to help restrain until 6 squad cars arrived. Middle school daughter screaming trying to reason with him from upstairs. “I’ve always believed in you.” It was apparently a paradoxical reaction to lots of xanax. He says he hardly remembers it and is remorseful. Says he won’t ever do xanax again. We are traumatized.