One of my clients told me today about the terrible abuse she experienced from her boy friend. As well as the ways she emotionally abused him. The destructive dance of fury punctuated by moments of passions they mistaken as love. Later that day I heard a child of about one and a half years old cry out from a church parking lot next to my apartment, his mother was yelling at him, then she spanked him on the bottom, then she picked him up and he melted into her. She is his world but the violence on many levels was done. No wonder why emotions, feelings, violence and love become interfused and later played out so destructively.