I'm sorry for last night,but what did I really do ? I caught you screaming and freaking at me, then you hit my shoulder with the fucking phone book too. I had to put some ice on it to take away the pain. Then you made it sound like I'm the reason your going fucking insane. I don't know how to cope, I'm at the end of my rope, but sometimes it feels like if you hit me again I should lose control. Go off the fucking deep end. I should hit you back, each time you hit me, like self defense. All I need is someone, not just a reason to leave cause my reason is I'm sick of this shit. Then you talk about shit like having your wrists slit.I've had jobs on and off for years, one day hoping to get away from all this, why do I take this shit and stay here?
