Domestic violence is definitely a whole 'nother ball game; same with sexual offenders in the home.

I would far rather walk through darkened city streets alone that spend five minutes alone in the same room with my mom's boyfriend who molested me when I was a teenager. He still makes me feel powerless and afraid, and I HATE that. In any other situation, I'm brave and bold.

The ironic thing? My mother wouldn't let me set foot out of the house at night by myself, for fear of "weirdos". She should have been worrying about someone much closer to home.