It's been a few days since all of this happened and I still feel shaken to the core. I keep second guessing my decision to call the police. Did I blow everything out of proportion? He kept swearing up and down that the was clean, but his parents sectioned him. What if he really was clean, and now he's sectioned? And then I stop to think, he put his hands on me. Granted, he didn't punch me in the face. He shoved me around, but I know that abuse usually gets worse. I'm so angry, but I'm so sad. I feel like I miss him, but I'm almost relieved his away from me.
I have so many thoughts running through my head.