We got into an argument while he was driving. He said I couldn’t teach him how to drive, and I submitted humbly, “I wasn’t teaching you how to drive but was telling you a basic thing even a child could see.”

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He ran a traffic light when a car had already moved from our right side into the main road. The car was slow; we would have run into it. So I said, “Didn’t you see the traffic?”

That was the beginning of the argument.

He kept telling me to shut up during the argument, and I replied, “I’m not a child. Don’t tell me to shut up.”

This guy started driving haphazardly while shouting at the top of his voice, threatening me, “Maybe I should throw us into a ditch before you know you shouldn’t get a driver angry.”

He went left and quickly turned the steering to the right, and the car skidded. He did that repeatedly while threatening to run us into a ditch. I swear it was scary. The tires were screeching. It was late at night; we could have crashed into another car.

Once he stopped the car, I said, “Let me down.” He screamed, “You’re not getting down. Sit down and fight.”

I stayed calm and quiet while this guy kept berating me until we got to my place and I got out. I didn’t look back. I walked shakily into my room. The whole thing got me traumatized. I’d never seen him that angry since we started dating.

The next morning, he called. He said, “You see why I don’t get angry? Next time, don’t do that, especially when I’m driving.”

I said, “I don’t want to see this again. And I don’t know what I shouldn’t do to avoid this, so let’s leave it here. It’s over. I don’t think I can ever sit next to you in your car with a clear mind. Nah, I can’t.”

I Was Fine Until I Was Alone In My Room

He found it funny and thought I was just saying it in retaliation for what he did. I was serious. I cut him off before he killed me in the next argument. One night, he came and stood in front of my door and shone his car lights directly at my door. He said he wouldn’t move until I opened the door. I don’t even know when he got tired and left. I slept.

—Grace 

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