The nerve of her putting in my head maybe someone at Anthonys stole it, when I was saying my goodbyes and had left my backpack at the bottom of the staircase. Even corroborating a story that went something to this effect: maybe it fell out in the yard and its gone by now because somebody walked by and found it. Yeah you found it bitch!! These were just isolated incidents but in the next years to come more of them happened. Overall the first 3 years of Kays and my relationship the times we had were the best time of my life with her. I could tell she cared for me by the way she showed me. I on the other hand never really thought I loved her or even wanted to love her. I don’t know, I guess I really never gave a thought that she would be someone I would like to grow old with. I know that’s pretty shitty of me to say, but I don’t like to lie. I guess sometimes the truth does hurt. This all changed on a rainy night in March 2010. Kay and I were doing our thing. Getting high as a kite. Through all of this getting high we had gotten pretty close and made a promise to each other that we would never get high without one another. That was a damn good deal for her because she knew how much of a horn dog it made me. She came up with this because she is a very insecure woman because of the fact her ugly ass ex-husband cheated on her. When I first saw a picture of that motherfucker, I was like damnit Kay, what the fuck were you on when you met this guy man? Your fucking ex-husband is probably one of the ugliest motherfucking people I have ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on. What so sick about it is when I saw him in person the fucker was even more uglier than he was in the picture. Everytime I saw that dude I was like “Doh”. He was a brutal sight. It was like watching a horror story. Ok sorry guys back to the story of all stories. So I am chilling and we get into an argument. Well this was our 3rd year being together and I swear, I had just about had enough of her shit and I told her that night I was leaving her. She fucken cried all night and I couldn’t really make out what she was saying but it went something like this, Pleassseeeee Abeeeeeeee, d-d-don’tttttt leaveeeeeeeeeee meeeeeeeeeeee pleaseeeeeeeeee. IIIIIIIIIIII will dieeeeeeeee w-w-withhhhhhhhhhhhout youuuuuuuuuu. I had made up my mind already so I was looking for my dope which she had put away in her purse. I darted to the purse as did she and being the all american sprinter that I was beat her to the purse. I’ll be damned tho if she didn’t get her paws on it and had a death grip around the handle. What was about to happen next, changed my life forever. As I pulled the purse, she also was pulling and because I am stronger I heard the worst sound that I have ever heard in my life followed by a window breaking blood curling scream that I am ashamed to say I helped cause. Snap was the sound I heard and knew right away when Kay screamed bloody murder, we together just snapped her humerus bone in two. I had never been one of the main reasons that someone was actually in severe physical pain. I felt bad and to think I was gonna leave her made me feel like shit. I wanted to call an ambulance but she said no. She asked me to drive her to the emergency and on the way every bump, pothole, and city titty I ran over caused the most horrific screams I have ever heard a human being make. It was pouring and visibility was about 10 feet. By the time we made it to the emergency Kay had rehearsed a story she made up in the short drive to hospital but seemed like hours that she had made up in her head that we were to tell family members on both sides. I felt that I was the cause for it but looking back we were both equally at fault for breaking her arm but when you delve a little deeper the real culprit of this whole ordeal was the dope. We were in a game of tug the purse and the winner got the dope. I have a hard time rehashing this story and the events that led up to her arm being broken. Harder time actually explaining it. We didn’t even think about the impact a broken arm meant to her until Kay realized that she was a hairstylist and needed her arm. Fuck what was she gonna do. It wasn’t much of a debate for me. Since I had a hand in it I did the right thing and took care of Kay. This was the first time in my life I felt real love. This is the point where I began to see Kay as my...