How Much does Donny makes when he speaks to the sheeps about GFY.

I begged Belinda to stop ?the game?. I could have just forced her to stop but I wanted her to do so out of love for me. During the months she wanted to keep playing, despite knowing the pain I was experiencing, I felt like I was going insane. My ego was being destroyed. She saw a side of me she?d never seen in the years before the game began: a Donny who got very mean when drunk.

We?d go out to bars on several occasions and come home wasted. While drunk, we?d almost always fight about Mark, who at the time was the ?third wheel? in the game we?d played. I?d get very angry, sometimes breaking bottles of beer.

One night I even broke one of her cameras by slamming it against stairs. She got in my face about that and I kept warning her to back off. When she wouldn?t do so I pushed her away from me so hard she fell to the floor. The push didn?t physically hurt her but it hurt her emotionally, deep inside.

On another occasion we had been arguing at home after drinking. I felt like I was getting out of control so I told her I was leaving the living room to go sleep in the guest bedroom. I closed and locked the door and laid down, so drunk the room was spinning. She didn?t feel we?d resolved our issues to her satisfaction, and since she, too, was drunk she decided to use a knife to pry open the lock on the bedroom door and continue arguing with me.

As I lay in bed under the covers she jumped on top of me and started screaming in my face, pounding my chest with her fists. I was in no mood to just lay there and take that so I pushed her off of me as hard as I could, sending her flying onto to the floor. Again, she wasn?t physically hurt but emotionally she was devastated. This wasn?t the man she knew. The Donny she knew and loved would never react to problems like this. Ever. She cried hysterically and left the room.

The third episode we had is the one I?m most ashamed of? We left a night club in Sacramento and were following friends to their home. I was drunk, yet driving anyway. Belinda was beside me, drunk as well. We began arguing, once again over Mark. I can?t even remember what brought us to crescendo, but at that point I punched her hard in the leg. It left a bruise.