“This isn’t us… this isn’t me.” He seems shocked that he could, even if he only restrained me, and I break my heart at the expression on his face. “Maybe she’s right? Maybe we are toxic for each other?” He says numbly, mildly shocked, softly to himself, more so than at me, and no longer bristling with anger. He moves further back, and that part of me that tries to shield me from pain finally claws up and rears her bitchy head.

“So, go back to her then. You’re ...