Please allow me to share this true story about myself.
In kindergarden, we were assigned to playing "house", complete with paired-up couples.
At some point in the game, I began to imitate the rants and physical abuses I had seen my step-father conduct on my mother, complete with his vulgar obsceneties and accusations. What a shock to my playmates. These horrible things coming from a 5-year-old.
Sent to the office, this began a huge process of healing, that continues to this day. It didn't change my home life: those abuses continued for several more years. But the life experiences I endured from that episode are well worth sharing. Not the least of which was facing my classmates again later.
They patiently allowed me to explain. They couldn't believe such a reality existed, and wished they could change my world for me. So: they didn't hate me for my behavior, they just wanted to understand it.
We learn our perimeters from play. Our playmates will tell us when we've gone too far. But that's only to let us know the developing rules of the game.
Come back when you're ready to continue growing.