Sheldon’s jealousy erupted over a waiter, leading to a heated argument in the car. “You’re being ridiculous. He was just a waiter, doing his job,” I said, trying to calm him down. But his unfounded jealousy turned into rage.

Suddenly, Sheldon pulled over and shouted, “Get out and walk home!” In disbelief, I stepped out, tears streaming as he sped off. I started walking, replaying the argument in my mind.

After some time, a kind man named Tom offered me a ride. “Rough day, huh?” he asked sympathetically. I shared my story, feeling a bit lighter talking about it. Tom’s kindness was a stark contrast to Sheldon’s anger.

As we drove, we spotted Sheldon’s car pulled over by the police. “That’s my husband’s car!” I exclaimed. Tom pulled over, and I approached Sheldon, who looked desperate.

The officer explained, “He was pulled over for speeding and reckless driving.” I asked if I could drive the car home to avoid it being towed. The officer agreed, and I took the keys from Sheldon.

Driving away, I felt a sense of empowerment. Sheldon’s actions had consequences, and I was reclaiming my strength. This wasn’t the end of our issues, but a step towards finding my independence. As I drove, I knew Sheldon needed to face his own demons and learn to trust me.