Death Trap

 I wish I had somewhere to go. Parents. Friends. Even if I had money I could go alone. I’m trapped and scared. Tonight my husband met me to drop off a rental car. He called multiple times during the day and asked at least 7 times what I was doing. He was rude and edgy about it which put my radar up. When we got in the car and were driving home he asked about me talking to a Joshua cottrell. Never heard of him. No idea what he’s talking about. Then he tells me it some guy that popped up on his Facebook and he thinks every time this person - whom neither of is friends with- is online on fb and every time so am I. What? He is insane. I’ve no idea how he ties this together. Fabricated to validate his behavior of matching up with women on FB. Not to mention I barely use fb - but my daughters in my account so it can show active. Regardless it’s nothing to do with some ransoms person on HIS Facebook - it’s not even on mine. So that led to him lying about hitting on women again. I confronted his lies. He persisted lying. I didn’t buy it. He got angry. Righteous yelling that he wasn’t lying. When I called on some proof he admitted lying. And kept trying to touch me. I said stop touching me. I said his lying is gross and I don’t deserve him. No one deserves the way he treats me. I finally yelled at him not to touch me again for probably the 15 th time and…he tried to kill us. He screamed that he was going to take us both out. Then swerved to the guardrail on my side of the overpass only a couple inches from hitting it. Then he swerved to the middle then back at the guardrail again. I was petrified crying and yelling no stop. Then he abruptly aimed the car at the guardrail on his side coming close again. Yelling that he would kill us and himself. I hate worrying about money. I should have called 911. I wanted to. I will. I need a little more time. I hope I’m alive when I get there. I will never get in a car with him again. He will never trap me and try to kill me again. I told him he had no right. At home he tried the pity party of excuses of why he did it. All about him