So then he gets up in front of everybody and grabs my arm and tries to force me to stay, so I tell him to fuck off and I leave the party.

And then he comes after me yelling "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I won't do it again, I'm just really drunk."

I told him I was going home because I was cold so then he took off his jacket and tried to force it over me and I was like "What are you doing?"

I was like "oh my god." And people on the street thought it was like, domestic violence or something and tried to get him off me. And then he grabbed my lighter and threw it into the middle of street and told me to go get it.

I know, right? It was crazy. I still have all these bruises from it.

You don't even know. Like, he calls me Piggy. If he sees me eating cookies or something he'll grab them out of my hand and call me a pig.

GIRL 2, YOU ARE ALMOST AS TERRIBLE A PERSON AS GIRL 1'S ABUSIVE BOYFRIEND.