I grunted as I hit the punching back, my fists bruising up. I punched my anger and stress out on it until it tore through the middle. I sighed, looking at the hole I made.

I turned my head and my eyes widened when I saw my wife, looking at me in fear. My baby was in her arms, laying on her chest.

I sighed, stepping away from the abused punching bag.

“I just…went too far.” I muttered.

I sat on the gym bench and poured water over my sweaty body.

“You need me or something?”