Rage

I've never in my life been a violent person, but...

I just really need to slam my fist into a wall, really hard, until I make a mark (and probably break my hand).  Either that or someone's face.

I am furious.

What on earth, ever, EVER possessed me to think I was doing the right thing by reuniting with my dodgy ex last year???

What conceivable happiness could ever have come from that relationship???

Fool.  Take my word for it people.  If there is EVER, EVER, the teeniest tiniest little iota of doubt in your mind...DON'T BLOODY DO IT.

And just when I think, Emma you stupid fool, he was a wrong'un, that'll teach you to listen to your head and not your heart...never mind eh, close that box and move on with your life, you've had a lucky escape by getting out when you did...

The ******* ******* gets back in touch.  To pee on me once again from a great height.