(Read this all the way through please!)

...wow I feel like such shit.


My boyfriend and I were having an argument and he went too far. He made a comment along the lines of "your crazy mother couldn't keep a relationship together and you can't either!".
When I was around 13, my parents got divorced and fought for custody. My dad wanted me because he genuinely loved me. My mom wanted us just to spite my dad. She won,
and my dad kinda lost it over the decades.
This was too far for me. I had never, EVER hit anyone before, but it happened so fast I didn't even know I did it.

Basically, I cocked my fist back, and flew it straight into his nose. I thought it would be like the movies where he would get a little trickle of blood. It wasn't.
His nose EXPLODED. I think I must of broken a bunch of cartilage or something because blood shot out of both his nostrils, got all over me, got all over the floor.
He staggered backwards, hit his head hard enough on the wall to leave a dent, and slumped down.

We were both stunned for about 10 seconds before he started crying and ran into my room and locked the door. So I went to wash my hands, and while I was in the bathroom
I heard him run out of the apartment and take off in his car. That was about 5 hours ago so I guess he didn't go the cops or anything. So later I went home and broke
down in tears... My friend came in the room and when she heard about the story she got scared and said your moving with your auntie and uncle in bel air. I whistled for
a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror if anything i can say that this cab was rare but i thought "nah yo homes to bel air!" I pulled up to a house for about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cab yo homes smell ya later, looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel Air!!!