Well, somehow I managed to do the opposite !

I married a non-premie ( who later received k. ) who I barely knew in early 1976 when things in the premie world were even more dysfunctional and directionless than ever following the "holy family" schism.

We moved into a " squat" in South London and two months later he knocked my teeth out.Although my life had been pretty dysfunctional up to that point I had never been a recipient of  physical violence. It terrified me and I packed my bags to leave.......but didn't.I stayed for 8 more years of abuse or the ever present threat of abuse.

I have no doubt that I stayed because I was a premie and had " surrendered the reins of my life" .