After venting all the pent-up rage that had been festering for so long, I collapsed to the ground, physically exhausted but with a sense of relief and peace like I’d never felt before.

In the last moment of strength I had left, I dialed the police. "Hello, I’d like to report a crime. I’ve just castrated a man. Come and arrest me."

Though I had already anticipated the consequences, I had no regrets. I was in the wrong from the start, and I was ready to pay the ...