i'm not too sure what was up with you yesterday. you knew i was in a bad mood, and i apologised before i got home for it. but telling me that you'd cheated on me just to take your anger out on me isn't the way to go.

you know i already have limited trust in you, and for you to say that to me really, really hurt. yea, i should have walked away, but it made me so mad...i wanted to hurt you, so you could feel my pain...walk in my shoes...i got off and tried to run away, knowing what i had done was wrong, and you come and attack me...literally attack me!!

i don't know what i had done to deserve that. when i get violent, i only lash out a few times before it's just a waste of my time, but when i curled up in a ball, you kept attacking...abusing. it hurt. the next times i hit you, they were out of self defence.

no way in the world did i deserve a knife to be held to my throat. no way did i deserve to have my head bashed against a wall over and over and over again. no way did i deserve to be hit, slapped, bitten, scratched, punched...

what did i do to deserve such punishment? i hit you once out of anger and walked away...and you beat me for a solid twenty minutes...

and the saddest thing is...

...i still took you back...