Ouch! This just appalls me! I'll never think of Gibson the same again.
As much as I was physically and emotionally abused and my self-esteem. etc. took a nose-dive, I don't recall EVER hearing words like that hurled at me, about me!
When I look back, it was scary, with the tone and the words, but I realize now that any rages were "for my/our benefit"--my dad raging around the farm about "What did I ever do to deserve 5 lazy little bas***ds like Ï have!"
Even overheard, the rants can shake a person.
The N would rage at inanimate objects that tripped, burned, annoyed, whatever ,to HIM and it was these totally foul-mouthed, 5-10 minutes, sometimes, rages that made me 'cower inside from fear', reminiscent of my father.
It does take its toll.