It’s about when Jason starts murmuring and pleading, “I love you, I love you, don’t leave me again, please don’t leave me,” that I lose it myself. Not that I had it together all that well up until that point, watching helplessly as he laid out everything that had been bothering him while beating on a punching bag. It’s a surprisingly intense experience to watch someone you care about literally beat out his frustrations, especially knowing that you caused all of it. But after he stopped talking and just started punching, especially after he took his gloves off and I could see the damage he was doing to his hands, I couldn’t take it anymore. I should have been afraid, but I just wasn’t. I knew he would never hurt me. I also thought that maybe if I could get his attention, he might stop pu

