Submitted by Liz:
I got married young (19). My husband and I were nine days apart in age, and last year for our 21st birthdays, we decided to go to Vegas with my husband's best friend (Jim) and his girlfriend (Kristen).
The day before we went down, there was a huge fire near our house in Utah, and we were evacuated. Our house ended up all right and everyone was fine, so we decided to stick with our plans, but I could tell that he was stressed out and on edge. He kept picking fights with me, and just overall being a jerk the whole two-hour drive.
We got to Vegas and he started drinking immediately. He passed out about two hours after we got there. Kristen and I decided to go dancing at a nearby club. She danced with a guy for about 30 seconds, and her boyfriend started freaking out, calling her a whore and this and that. I had had it with that night, so I went to bed.
The next day we were all hanging out in the casino, and of course my husband and Jim are downing beer after beer (Utah beer is much weaker than Nevada beer, so they got drunk a lot faster than normal).
At some point, a guy had approached Jim and Kristen, asking if they wanted to buy some pot. They invited him up to our hotel room to get some from him. I was extremely angry about this. They can do whatever they want to do, but when they bring strangers into our room, that can put us all in danger.
I was mad, but my husband felt like they had done nothing wrong, he yelled this at me while we were sitting at a McDonald's. That night ended pretty much the same as the first. My husband passed out early, and I went to bed.
The next day was the worst. It started off with another fight, but we were both able to calm down and managed to enjoy a little bit of the day... until later that night. Kristen had a friend who was completely loaded. She was staying at the Palms at the same time, and invited us all out to a really nice restaurant there.
We were in the parking garage of our hotel, and my husband peeled out a little too fast around the corner. I laughed about it, but asked him not to do it again.
He started going off on his little tangent about how he was just trying to have fun, and I needed to relax, and blah blah blah. I said it was fine that he was having fun, just that speeding in a parking garage is a little freaky. He slowed down to about two miles an hour. I made the mistake of telling him, "You don't need to be a jerk."
Something snapped in his head, and he put his foot to the ground. We sped out of the garage and when we reached outside, he slammed on the brakes. I tried to get out of the truck, but he locked my door. I told him to let me out but he sped up and slammed on his brakes, he did this a few times, while screaming at me about how I don't trust him, and that he's not going to get in a wreck.
He sped all the way to the Palms hotel (I don't know how he didn't get pulled over) and when we reached the parking garage, he didn't slow down. I was freaking out at this point, bawling my eyes out, telling him that I trusted him. and begging him to slow down.
He ignored me and peeled around a corner. Three people were walking in the garage. They saw our truck and looked terrified, I didn't blame them at all; if they had been two or three feet further into the lane, he probably would've killed one of them. As soon as I saw them, I just lost it. I had a full-blown panic attack. The left side of my body went numb, and I couldn't breathe.
He finally parked the car at the top of the garage and called Jim. He said, "We're going to be late. Liz's freaking out." He hung up and yelled at me, telling me to shut up and calm down.
Our friends finally came, and after about twenty minutes, I was able to breathe normally again. Jim talked to my husband, told him that he was being a dick, and needed to calm down. My husband finally apologized to me. I accepted it, but told him that I didn't want to talk to him right then. We went down to dinner.
My husband and Jim once again drink too much, and got completely trashed at dinner. The girls and I went to the restroom and came back to find my husband and Jim flirting with a group of drunk girls who thought they were famous BMX racers.
The perfect end to the perfect weekend.
We're not married anymore.