Can't forget about the dream a week or so ago about me finding out my bf was a Vicodin addict. Long story short he got in the back seat and rode with me to my trainers until I turned down the road and flung him out of the car and the road was wet and hail balls were on the road and the car wouldn't go as I was flooring the gas pedal. When I got to the barn I told my trainer to call 911 for help and my bf came up and started hitting my windshield with a shovel.

I woke up and my heart was pounding out of my chest. It influenced my feelings for him that day, I felt like he was a physical abuser.