I suppose mine was with Gary Hicks, a guy I knew from junior high school on. I never knew at the time, but plenty did, that he was abusive to his girlfriends in school. His wife worked at a video rental store I went to and also at a convenience store. I saw her in the grocery store one day and said hello, and she got very nervous and tried to wave me away. Gary came stomping over and once he saw it was me, calmed down, or so I thought. He beat her when they got home since I had obviously been doing her... Apparently, anyone who looked at her was banging her behind his back.
Years later, I saw a horrifying story on the news that after their divorce, he went to her house, kicked the door in and beat her up in front of their young son and daughter. He had a friend helping him, too, but I never found out who. They took Patty and put her in the trunk stuffed into a large gunny sack and drove from Olathe out to Lansing and on a farm, pelted the sack with rocks and threw her into a pond, where she drowned.
It had to have taken at least a half hour to drive out there and in all that time, he never thought, "You know, maybe killing her isn't the best idea I've had..." But, no, the psycho son of a bitch did it anyway. I remember seeing him on the local news after he was sentenced. He looked across the courtroom to his children and mouthed, "I love you." They stared at him coldly and the girl held up a sign reading, WE HATE YOU, GARY. Then they led him away. He is doing life in Leavenworth now, the prick.