stood over me while i sat at the kitchen table, with his forehead pressed against mine screaming and pushing me back into the chair. i was afraid he was about to “blow.” in order to try and get away i pushed his face back and stood up, moved away from him, then he pushed me up against the back door and used his size and arms to keep me there. he hit the back door with his hand, while continuing to scream at me, this frightened me more. so, i grabbed his neck and shoulder to push him back, that only made him press more against me, my nails left 