We were drinking at his house with some of his friends when we started fighting. I wanted to end the night on an okay note, but he kept yelling at me to leave his house while I pleaded with him to talk to me for a second. Finally he said, “Fine. You have one minute to prove to me that you should be here.” We’d been together for two years, and I realized then that there was something seriously wrong if I had to prove my worth or be kicked out of his house.

—Sara

Aftermath: I stormed out and we broke up the next morning.

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