He lost his right arm in World War II. • He never lets anyone touch the stump where his arm used to be. The moment you reach out, he barks at you. He gets red-faced with rage if you even try to help him change clothes or button his shirt. He repeats over and over not to pity him. • On days when his emotions spiral out of control, he throws whatever he can get his hands on or roughly grabs your wrist or hair. Much later, he quietly picks up the items without a word. He is never able to apologize. • He extremely dislikes physical contact. He loathes even linking arms or a pat on the back, and the moment there is any contact, he glares with bloodshot eyes. Hurling insults is a given. • The moment you try to leave the house, he pours out all kinds of verbal abuse with bloodshot eyes and a trembling body. Watching him scream like that, it feels as if you are the one holding his leash. • He barely sleeps. It is common for him to bolt awake soaked in cold sweat from nightmares, and if you aren't by his side, he searches every corner of the house calling your name. When he finds you, instead of being relieved, he starts by swearing and getting angry.