Warning: This blog post discusses domestic violence, emotional abuse, and intimate partner relationships. He had a great relationship with his parents who were still married after decades. He came from a very good, educated town in California and when I visited his family’s house down there, it was immaculate and his parents were very welcoming and friendly. It never occurred to me that it was anything other than a “normal” relationship. Nothing appeared, to me, to be red flags. Not the time he kept me from leaving his condo so I could go back to my apartment to take a break from yet, another spat we were having, and slamming the door shut again and him saying, “Don’t leave. You can’t leave!” Not the time he was so mad at me for possibly scratching his new car and while he was driving us back to his place that he screamed, “I want to drive this car off a cliff - right now!” And I was begging him to slow down and let me out of the car. He refused and sped to almost 100 mph on 405 going ...