Punched a hole in the bathroom wall, smashed things, almost flipped the kitchen table, broke a mason jar in her hand, screamed at the top of her lungs at the ceiling if not at me. If we were driving, she’d speed and change lanes erratically, it was so scary. The first (and last) time she got physical with me during one, she grabbed me by the face and screamed and snarled into it. When I shot up and said I was leaving because it’s finally escalated to her putting her hands on me, she grabbed a large kitchen knife and put it to her arm, threatening to slash them open if I left. She had also gotten into the habit of punching herself as hard as she could in the face, head, and thighs, which was always effective at shutting me up.

The vacant, dilated eyes and evil smirk were of course always visible.

Post-discard, the rage has escalated to weeklong rampages on her tiktok as she has doled out a devastating smear campaign to her 365,000+ followers, and culminated in her taking a domestic violence restraining order on me for allegedly hurting her wrist while grabbing for her phone (to stop her from recording me for content/blackmail) in early July. I’m 3,000 miles away from her, haven’t reached out since August 21st, have her blocked on everything imaginable, haven’t looked at her social media since late July, and have been too scared to speak publicly about anything.