thrown into the mix

A couple of years ago (ok, 3), I was involved in a relationship that was tempestuous. That doesn't even really cover it. We were great friends and very vociferous, stubborn combatants. 2000 miles apart, we fought so strenuously that he once left me cowering in my bathroom during a phone call, and he flew to Los Angeles to escape me. (I was nowhere near that time zone!)

Needless to say, our phones saw a lot of use. And they occasionally took the brunt of whatever was between us.

For instance, I once chucked my phone at the wall after he intentionally hurt me, hurting both the phone and the wall.


[There's a scrape in the top of the phone.]


[And a black smudge on the wall about 4 inches left of the outlet. That's where the phone hit it.]

Nice, huh?