Although TPR and I now lived apart, we continued to take holidays together.

However, there was still something seriously wrong with our relationship.

Each evening we travelled into town for supper. While TPR sat inside the car to drive, he forced me to travel on the roof. This was extremely uncomfortable, and often dangerous. I was terrified when TPR ignored red lights at junctions, and whenever he broke the speed limit on the motorway I was convinced that I would soon fall to my death in the path of another vehicle.