P. and I had a huge fight last night (Friday). My mom called him at work and told him what I said to her on Thursday. Okay, maybe I could have been a little nicer and not used so many “bad words”. That was one thing we agreed on – no swearing in our family. I accused him of taking her side and called him a few names. Maybe I said one or two bad words in the process. While I was screaming at him, he calmly yanked me over his knees and was about to spank me. I told him that if he put one hand on me I would call the police. The look on his face still hurts. He just stood and, without another word, left. I haven’t stopped crying yet. I know it was my fault. I just want him to come home.