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Input: Text: so, it was a wonderful day. i felt so positive and happy to be alive, even working two jobs and being generally weary i came home to the girl of my dreams, or so i would say, the woman i chose to unconditionally love, and have not stopped loving (unfortunately, as this happened over a month ago).

she was hanging out with her friend over here at my mom's while we took care of the house for the week. she had a couple of glasses of wine with her friend while i was working, and my alcoholic ass drank two nips on the way home--so alcohol was involved.

her friend left shortly- we all interacted with great friendliness, nothing could have foreseen the following events. me and my girl proceeded to come close together as a good couple would and talk, and as i am a good man and the world revolves around her, she spoke about her advice to her friend to break up with her boyfriend. we agreed. she said something about how her friend just gets "too caught up" or is just "too dedicated to her man in a relationship." too what? i jokingly said, "oh, i wish she was my girl..!" (dedication, i.e.)

well... buzzed gf does not take that so well. she immediately voices an intention to leave. unsettled by her reaction, i try to apologize, but also say "go 'head and leave, then. i didn't mean any harm." she begins to say she is going to call her friend. i say "ok, ok, if thats what will make you feel better, i won't stop you." after trying to make peace for a few and she keeps going in about it, i retreat to the car with my computer for some much-needed music and peace (it had been a long day). and i was obviously joking.

in the locked car, she hits the window, about twice. i ignore and am about to start singing/rapping, w/e. she went back in the house and i figured that we would be good to have a little space from each other.

just as i'm beginning to rap, she comes back out, and lo and behold! i see her begin to pour a beer on the windshield. in a split second, my mind did this: 1. oh, i must have left my beer outside. 2. nope, theres my beer in the car with me. 3. this beer is rare and expensive. 4. she opened that beer just for the purpose of pouring it on the windshield, vindictively, to get my attention. 5. get out the car; mood transformed from easy-going, carefree to blind rage at the disrespect.

bipolar.

could've totally acted differently.

i took that beer and i poured some down her shirt, in forceful anger.

she immediately went from vindictive little girl to scared and tearful. i had no remorse. in a spitting rage i admonished her. i ranted and raved, and went to the house, locking the doors. her shit was on the porch pretty quickly, just thrown out there. i told her to get the fuck out of there and she wanted to, but smelling like beer and probably wanting to overall resolve things she wasn't leaving. i was beyond reason. i went from being so reasonable from beyond reason. perhaps i should have mentioned unfortunate event number one happened a week and a half earlier when i chose to go off medications cold turkey. i'm still not back on them.

i came back out of the house, to get my computer. i threw her phone in the bushes. when she tried to get back in the house, i got to the door first and we pushed against each other in a power struggle. i'm not even sure--i guess she wanted her stuff in there? i assured her i would get it for her- couldn't trust her being vindictive in my house. our struggle became her collapsing in pain as the door somehow cut her knee a little and left a huge bruise on her leg- not sure how that happened, but it was in no way intentional.

we slept next to each other for the last time that night; close, like usual, perfect together. but the next morning she immediately indicated the bruise upon waking up, forcing me to lift my head to look at it. frustrated, in anger, i went to the bathroom to wash my face up and prepare for work. when i came out, she was gone.

life hasn't been the same since.

TIFU and finalized my two-year relationship in a series of mistakes and epic flip-out session.