It took me a while to finally stop attacking him, once I realized that he hadn’t moved for a few minutes. And I did have a bit of a panic attack, but I wanted to be clear that I didn’t kill him (just in case he comes to an unhappy demise later in life and someone finds this journal and tries to place the blame on me). That would have been a nice little end to our relationship though, wouldn’t it. ‘Oh sorry, officer, I don’t know what came over me. I just decided to kick and punch and kill my ex lover while I was here, wearing these cute crotchless panties. Forgive me, pretty please.’ Unfortunately (or fortunately since I don’t think I’d look good in a prison uniform) he was still breathing. You can just imagine it can’t you. I’m standing over this brute of a guy who’s on the floor with his shirt undone but still fully clothed, and I’m wearing a scrap of lace over myself. Oh yeah. Classy. It takes me a good few minutes to try and decide what to do.
