About last night.
"Never had I felt so much in control and helpless of a situation, if that even makes anymore sense. On the floor crying. The arguement continued into the kitchen, he grabbed the steak knife and held it to his arm. He dragged it against his skin once creating a wide open wound. The blood started to flow. Right before he could drag the knife across a second time, I had grabbed the knife by it's blade as hard as I could and pulled it from him. My crimson ink decorated the floor with his. I looked up at him and then down again at the blood pouring from his skin. "You're SO STUPID AND SELFISH", I managed to sob. I took him by the arm and dragged him into the bathroom and turned on the cold water and shoved his arm under it so the blood would leave his arm and cut. I ripped open the First Aid kit and started to bandage him up with the tape. After he was fully bandaged I leaned against the tile and started sobbing. He pulled me close and put my head on his shoulder. He hazily whispered to me, "I will bleed for you, I have bled for you."