the room now,” in front of everybody. Just snatched me by
my shirt, and pulled me to the elevator, and threw me in it.
Jo Koy was in the elevator, and I think Adam Ray was,
too.
Jo: “You all right, Tiĉ? Is everything okay? Are you
good? Are you good?”
Ex-Husband: “She’s mne. She’s just mne. You all stop
fucking talking to her. Getting tired of everybody
talking to her motherfucking ass.”
Tiffany: “I’m okay guys. I’m okay. I’m all right.”
I was just trying to make a silly face, trying to be cool, or
whatever. Anything to avoid the mortifying embarrassment
I was feeling.
Once we got to our hotel room, he was so quick. He
snatched me by the neck and slammed me into the wall.
Ex-Husband: “Don’t you ever fucking embarrass me
like that again. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I had a knot on the side of my head from where he
slammed me into the wall, and all these marks on my throat,
where he had dug in his nails. I’d had enough.
Tiffany: “Look, straight-up you need to leave, or I’m
going to call the police on you. You’re going to go to
jail in Canada. I’m going to call the police.”