You were always upfront about it, and never held back. “They call me The Hurricane, because I inflict pain and destruction upon those close to me!”
Back then i did not know how dire that warning was, you assured me that i would not be able to handle this, but i dismissed that as i thought that i could.
The first time it happened was on our first night out. We wanted to go for a dinner in Sainte-Anne, but all the good restaurants were closed, so we opted for High Volume strong beer instead.
When we got to Cafe Americano, you were already on the edge, and started to insult people sharing the table with us.
You then proceeded to sit on other patrons lap, suggesting to them you would be open to make out with them.
At one point you walked away, speeding up, as if you were trying to get rid of me.
You hurt your leg on an umbrella stand and later walked into a short wall, leaving marks on your body for the rest of our trip.
You met other people and asked for a fag, trying to drink their drinks and insulting them when they wouldn’t let you.
We ended up at a secluded end of the beach, where you undressed and walked into the water.
I followed you and held you tight in my embrace.
Back on land, you broke down and wept, tears running down your cheeks. I wrapped my arms around you and soaked up your tears. From one moment to another, your demeanor totally changed, you were laughing and insulting me, asking what I wanted from you / with you.
Back at the bar, you danced with guys, hitting on girls and making a scene when the barkeeper cut you off.
You later complained, that i “did not reign you in”
At one point you get involved with a big guy, who was ready to take you home, and when things did not go his way claimed that you broke his phone.
Our friend who came to pick us up had to hold him off while we ran to the car, and he drove us home.
On the ride home you looked at me, as if you were asking for a reaction, and if i did not act, you hit me, grabbed my hat and threw it out of the window.
We put you to bed, and when i came back from the toilet, you were all naked, asleep, the room a mess and the mosquito net torn from the wall.
This was the first time (read more), but it would not be the last…