Victoria's story

He’d use driving as part of the control [sigh], he’d do things like grab the steering wheel and make us swerve into another lane if he wasn’t happy with something I said or did, even when the children were in the car. I wanted so badly for someone to notice what was happening and help.

 

On the drive home from having surgery, he took the route with loads of speed bumps. We’d never gone that way before. I asked him why and he lost it, he started screaming at me, saying he couldn’t even take me home without me kicking off. I was so sore, but he was just screaming at me and  I was just crying. He told me I’d destroyed the moment with my paranoia and demands. He was so good at making me think that everything was my fault.

 

He dragged me into the car once, locked me in, and I was kicking at the door and the window to get away. Luckily someone noticed and stepped in. They called the police.