I scrubbed my hands and took Benadryl and when I came back out front it was to a large crowd and then shortly there after the police and paramedics and management. The culprit was saying to anyone who would listen that she knew I was a liar about the peanut allergy and she had proved it. She had smeared the peanut butter on the faucets to prove it. My contact hives show up at the point of contact and on my thighs for some reason so here I am on couple Benadryl trying to not scratch my leg off and only half following the drama. So one of the policemen starts interviewing the idiot and she keeps telling her story and stops her and they tell her, her Miranda rights but she keeps going.
The relationship I had with this man, “Chris,” was tumultuous. I was in my early twenties and stupid for sticking around with him. He had a temper, and I had low self-esteem. He would start fights over stupid things, like the time he wanted mashed potatoes for dinner. He liked potato flakes, I like mashed potatoes from fresh potatoes. I was willing to prepare both for our meal that evening, but the fact that I wouldn’t eat potato flakes set him off.
This time his need for a fight escalated to beyond insanity. He kept pushing me to my emotional and psychological limits. I could feel I was close to “breaking,” which scared me because I didn’t know what it would be like to lose control of myself. I knew it wouldn’t make the situation better at all. I don’t remember what happened to escalate it to the point that I felt like my grasp on my self-control was slipping, but I remember the “oh sh-“ feeling.
I used to smoke cigarettes back then. We were outside and he was yelling at me, getting in my face in a threatening manner. I was smoking a cigarette when that realization dawned on me that I was losing control. I took my cigarette and burned myself, so I could get the calming effects of the release of endorphins. He stormed up to me and hit me so hard across the face, my glasses flew off my face and landed in the grass, misshapen.
Somehow, I managed to get my hands on a phone and I called his mother and his best friend’s wife, both of whom came over immediately. (Yes, I should have called the cops. I didn’t want the further instability that involving the law would present.) After they arrived, they noticed the smell of gas and I became very emotional in my recounting of the events that recently transpired. After they helped make sure things were defused and safe, they left.
Then I hear them ask her if she knew I had a peanut allergy and she says, “yes, she said she did and She kept saying it was severe and that she could die from exposure to peanuts but see she’s still alive so she’s a liar” OMG when that cop pulled out the cuffs and read her her rights again the whole place gasped. She was being arrested for attempted murder and she better hope that the Benadryl worked because she has just planned It and confessed to a crime.