It was firmly set in Jessa's mind that men who behaved badly in cars were not meant to be permanent partners. The first boyfriend she had when she could drive was clearly a psychopath to everyone but her. She was with him from high school and into college, standing by him through a series of last straws. One of the final last straws happened while she was driving, nearing his small house with his mother and stepfather. Little kids were on a walkway overpass, dropping snowballs on cars.
"When they hit your car, stop and let me out; I'll get them."
"No, it's okay, they're just dumb kids. I can..."
"Let me out!"
"It's all right, watch..." Jessa slowed just before the overpass, and after the kid dropped his snowball harmlessly on the road, she sped up and prepared to make the turn to her boyfriend's road.
"I said STOP!" He grabbed the wheel and jerked it to the side of the road. She had never felt so mad at him. She was so mad she yelled, and he punched her in the leg. She let him out and drove away. Jessa wished she had never gone back with him after, but she did. It wasn't quite the last, last straw, but it was the first realization that men who behaved badly in cars were not meant to be permanent.
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