I remember....

...getting my first paycheck from my first real job, I was in my early twenties. I wanted to go shopping to get some new clothes, and he came with me. I don't remember for what reason, but on the way home he flew into a rage. I remember him throwing my shopping bag full of new clothes out the car window, while he drove 100 mph on the freeway. He laughed at me when he saw I was terrified of what he just did, and I was scared of his crazy driving. My hard earned money, thrown out the window, literally.

He even threw out a stuffed toy out the window that he knew was important to me. I never really figured out why he was mad that day.