Sam found out I had started dating again. In a fit of rage, he called and screamed at me, demanding to know “where the f***” I was. The call wasn’t on speaker, yet he yelled so loudly that the man I had recently started seeing, Michael Hofstetler, overheard the entire exchange.

 

Sam cursed me out with our sick 2-year-old in the car with him. I hung up—desperate to shield our child from more of his rage—and continued the conversation via text only.

 

From that day forward, when Sam realized I was moving on, my life became a living hell.