When he came home last night he was drunk out of his mind. When he drinks, he isn't himself. He took out one of his knives, and told me that if I leave him he would cut me, and that he wasn't kidding. He held the knife to my cheek, and threatened that if I were to run he would throw it right at my face. It's like he is the devil when he isn't sober. I was so afraid. I don't know what to do about him, or what to say. I don't even think he remembers what happened.