I remember I was trying to break up with a girl (in her house! so fukking stupid.

) and I had been piling her down something serious for a while.
It was winter outside and she had a shovel by the door,the one with the red metal scoop like in Home Alone. I got frustrated during the argument and yelled that I was leaving and bent down to grab my keys onthe carpet by the door and when I came back up all I saw was that red coming at my nose.
CRACK!
I hit the floor and saw that shovel go up again and I tried to move but I couldn't, I was stunned. She connected again on my ribs, and after that she went up again and came down on my head and I was out cold.
Woke up a while later face down in the carpet and pulled myself up and saw I had bled out all into the carpet and she was sitting crouched on the couch literally starin at me like
I had another girl try to stab me through the bathroom door cause she thought I had her phone.
I had this other girl cook for me and I saw her putting something in my food and I asked her to share my plate and she wouldn't. I refused to eat it and she dumped me a while after. I think she was trying to poison me, she got her bd locked up recently so I know she nuts.
I had another girl try to run me over with her car but she was going in reverse and I managed to jump onto the trunk before she crashed.
I had this other girl, kick/punch me and pull the steering wheel while I was driving down I-290 because she had a tantrum since I wouldn't buy her ice cream and her sister got some. This chick was 28, throwing a full fledged tantrum breh's, I'll never forget it.
All these happened before I was 26, I don't deal with that shyt anymore. Any sign of trouble and I'm OUT. I have post traumatic stress from a lot of those things and its hurt some of my other relationships because I'm so anti-confrontational, but I ain't trying to end up dead.
Screw that, argue with the next one .