was as a person or whatever for like an hour. Finally, he got
oĉ me, and he dragged me into the guest room and locked
me in the guest room.
Ex-Husband: “You’re not coming out till you’re calm.
Bitch, you stay in the holding tank.”I was a prisoner. In my own home.
Ladies, a quick word of advice: that shit is a felony. I did
not know it at the time, but someone locking you away
without your consent is straight-up kidnapping. A felony. I
should have just called the police, but I didn’t know that.
He kept me in there till the next day.
Ex-Husband: “Are you ready to be a mature adult
now? Are you ready to talk up a conversation like a
regular adult?”Tiffany: “Yeah, let’s talk.”He opened the door, and I walked straight out to the
bedroom, got out my suitcase, and I started packing my shit.
Tiffany: “You can talk to me while I pack my shit. I’m
leaving. I’m out of here. I’m going go to my grandma’s
house.”Ex-Husband: “Not in my car. You’re not taking my
car.”