You're probably right. I don't trust my memory anymore. It could be a flashback. Heck, it could be anything, but it was terrifying when he came upstairs and banged on the door. He doesn't normally do things like that.

For me there are two issues. The first being his getting the car without our knowledge, and the second being when he came upstairs after me..

He waited until my husband went to work and then he came after me. He wouldn't dare do it when my husband is there. Hubby is still angry about it, and I can barely speak to my dad at all ever since. I have CPTSD. I am locked in "frozen". I can't make myself go talk to him. When he triggered me, I panicked and shook and screamed. It's great fun.