My mom began to back up from him while still yelling then dad grabbed a glass cup off the table next to him and whipped it in the direction of my mother, the cup hit the wall behind her, shattering into many small pieces and leaving a small hole in the wall. We all went silent at this point. I stood there shocked at what had happened scared at that fact that my father might have just tried to hurt my mother. All of our anger at each other suddenly became remorse for the situation that had just occurred. To this day, that is the only time my father has ever attempted to physically hurt someone in my family out of anger.
Since that day my dad has been off and on with his anxiety attacks but none being too unbearable until recently. Within the last couple of months my father had huge burst of anger and sadness all come out in one night. It was the first time I have ever seen my father cry and it was probably the worst anxiety attack he’d had since the one when I was 7 or 8. It was a Friday night and it started off pretty bad because my sister ran into one of my friend’s cars while pulling out of our driveway. My dad stayed pretty calm during the situation and asked my friend for his father 's number so he