He tried to run me off a cliff in my own car.
My relationship with my ex was a rollercoaster. We would break up, make up, get back together, break up again, and repeat the same cycle. We got along perfectly when we were sober, hanging out, just us two. The problems always started when any type of alcohol was involved. One summer we decided to buy tickets to see our favorite band perform. For this concert, I told him I wasn’t going to drink and that I would drive us there. We had an amazing time together and luckily nothing went wrong, even though he was drinking. Before I drove home I used the restroom and left my bag with him. When I came out, something seemed off, but I ignored it and we walked back to my car. It wasn’t until we were driving when he suddenly started screaming at me. While I was in the bathroom, he had gone through my phone and saw I had been texting another boy during the time period that we had broken up and were not together. Then everything took a turn for the worst, literally. He grabbed onto my steering wheel and tried to drive us off a cliff. Needless to say, we are no longer together, and I will never see that band again.