Dear Diary, I don’t even know how to start to describe what happened after our games night with friends. We were having a fun time, enjoying nice snacks and drinks but when we were going home, I told David that I would drive because I had only had 1 1/2 drinks the whole night. He was drunk. He refused to give me the keys. We argued, as usual, but he refused to give the keys to me. I was so tired that I stupidly got in the car just to avoid another huge argument with him, but as he drove, I got scared; not just for me but for other people on the road. I told him to pull over. He said no. So I threatened to jump out of the car. He pulled over and started screaming at me. I was so disgusted at how he wouldn’t just hand me the keys to keep us and everyone else safe! How hard was that??? He refused, saying I was exaggerating, so I said, “Well, if you want to kill yourself be my guest, but I won’t be staying in this car with you.” As I went to open the door. He grabbed my hair and put me into a head lock. I was so scared because I’d never seen him like this before. It was like a demon had come into him.
Why was he so determind to drive?
I was choking, so I began fighting him. I remember seeing on Oprah to scratch at a guy’s eyes, so I did whatever I could to get him to let go of me. I must have hurt him because the next thing I know he opened my door, called me a bitch and kicked me out of the car onto the street. I was totally and utterly in shock. All I remember doing was getting up and running. Thank God we were close to my mom and dad’s house, so I was just going to run to there. Soon, I started hearing a car’s tires squealing and an engine revving louding. It was our car coming straight down the street that I was running! I was so scared so I found a bush to duck down behind. As I crouched behind this bush I thought to myself, “Erin, you are Nicole Brown Simpson.” (How ironic that on the night of my stagette we all watched the TV in disbelief at OJ Simpson runninng away from the poice in his white Bronco).
Deep inside my soul I knew at this moment that it was over between David and I.
The out of control car continued to squeal it’s way through the residential streets until finally the night went silent. Frightened, I cautiously walked to my parent’s house. My sister let me in and I went downstairs to go to sleep. I didn’t say a word to Jana about the incident. I never did share our problems, out of humiliation.
Soon, I heard David’s voice.
Oh, shit! He starts yelling to my sister, “Where’s Erin? She gone crazy! She was scratching at my eyes. She’s gone crazy!” My sister dind’t know what in the world was going on, so she showed David where I was and said, “Erin, what’s going on???” I stomped up the stairs towards David and said, “Get the H__LL out here!!! It’s YOU who was drunk and was choking me! Don’t you EVER lay a hand on me again! Get out!” David got so angry he pushed me down the stairs. I began sobbing and yelled, “GET OUT!!!!!” Thank God he left. I went into my bed, curled up in the fetal position and said to myself, “It’s over. That’s it.” The next morning I was woken by the telephone. It’s was David…
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With Love, 
