The pacification of men really perpetuates stuff as well. The third time I’d met my current man, three years ago, my ex flung my youngest son across his kitchen so hard the kid skidded into the bottom of the oven and bashed his head. He (my ex) then rung me up ranting about how unbearable his behaviour was and I could hear my son bawling in the background.
In that situation you have to quickly prioritise what the most important thing is, which was to get my son out of there as quickly as possible with no further violence. To do that, I needed my ex to a) calm down and b) let him out the door. The worst possible thing to do would be to escalate things further by challenging or arguing with him. So instead I agreed with him, pacified him, before suggesting that he needed a break and to let my lad run to mine. Which worked. All I wanted was my son in my arms so I could calm him (he was hysterical), make him safe, and guard him.
Two weeks of agonising later I went to the police but they “non crimed” it. Oh god I’m so glad that was the last time tho. I’m still glad I did that as the main reason was to send a message to my sons that you couldn’t act like that. My youngest stopped going to his Dads a couple of months later, altho they’re on good terms and their Dad has now stopped drinking and gone back to how he was when I met him.
Anyway, my current man who listened to that pacifying phone call said later he thought my submissive reaction was part of the problem- which it was but I won’t accept responsibility for that.