Ill tell you a thing about relationships, shall I? When it goes wrong, you become less than human. You become a child. A wicked fairy. A saboteur. A poltergeiust. This other thing I did was break stuff his. Stuff I knew he really liked. 'Accidentally'. Did I feel guilty? Not at the time. You sort of see a red mist and then it's 'I dont know what came over me, your honour'. Because, put yourself in my position, he'd broken stuff of mine that i really liked, accidentally or not. Yeah, it was called my life!