As I’m sure my friend’s have heard I’ve had a shitty day. I started the day by finding one of our housemates stealing from us. Having confronted him about several different things before and always getting half-hearted bullshit apologies, I blew my top and had to resort to violence.
I was holding him one-handed by his throat (actually his windpipe with my fingers digging in) and lifting him off the floor and up against the wall. It’s been so long since I’ve met someone stupid enough to force me to be violent that I’d forgotten just how good it feels.
Kim’s never seen me like that before and part of me’s worried that it’s damaged our relationship in some way. She says it hasn’t, but I know how my face looks when I’m like that. It’s scared more than a few friends and girlfriends away before. It’s worrying me even though I know it shouldn’t.