That would be horrid. I’m a very controlled, non-confrontational sort of person. If I could, I’d get out. If I couldn’t, I’d probably end up hiding. (Which, actually, is pretty much how I spent my childhood. Not hiding from a temper, but from an unhappy relationship with my mother. So I’d sit in the woods and read, anything that got me out of her line of sight.) Surely there’s always an option to get out, no matter how difficult?