Another blackout fight

Time: 2008
Place: McDonalds Parking Lot, Broomfield CO

I blacked out but I have one flash of memory... My hand is gushing blood, I’m stumbling down the sidewalk and I reach a major intersection. I’m staring up at 120th and Sheridan. I’m only 1/2 mile from my apartment and I drive by this crossroad every day. But in this moment I was so far gone that I vividly remember having no idea where the fuck I was.

Another black out. From what I’m told, Julie and I were fighting. Maybe I brought someone over I shouldn’t have, she may have went through my phone and found something that triggered her, the reason was never really apparent. But we had the ability to go from stupid in love to at each others throats within a matter of seconds.

Our argument escalated so I left the apartment in a drunken stupor. I had no destination and alcohol was now responsible for all my decisions, so I was stumbling around town aimlessly. Julie came to my “rescue”, somehow she always found me. Not 5 minutes after getting in the car I was yelling, she was yelling back and throwing fists sideways at me with her other hand on the wheel. In the middle the McDonalds parking lot she kicked me back out of the car, and I did yelling and cursing. With the door still open, I grabbed the car to get back in and Julie hit the gas. The car door slammed shut on my hand, I continued to hold on as she kept accelerating until my legs could no longer keep up with the speed of the car. I rolled on the ground a good 10 feet. I was fucked up, alone and bleeding in the middle of a parking lot again.

This was nothing new. We were well known for being great one minute, then exploding the next. Our level of passion mixed with the self destructive behaviors created for the toxic relationship we had. Multiple arrests together, hundreds of break-up/make-ups and thousands of heated fights. We always ended up back together though. They also say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.