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Nisha Woolfstein
United Kingdom, Brighton

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I squared up to her

Against the side of the caravan. I've never hit her in my life I never would. The day it nearly got out of hand, when I lost my usual control, I picked her up by the shoulders and pinned her to the wall. Suddenly I had flipped her over and was holding her level about two foot off the ground ' I don't know how I did it. It was certainly a new move and it shook her up. She did shut up and listen for once. But I was surprised, really surprised, too, because I'd never hurt her. I love her. I first saw her she was in the air, like a smooth wave like that from the ropes and she just flew, a part of the music. I'd never hit her in my life. But she's become so aggressive. I mean this is 'assertive'! She thinks she can bully me and she's wrong about that. No, I won't let her get away with it. No-one gets away with bullying and I won't have it. She's going to have to shape up and stop being this bitch she's become or I know one thing. And I'll be fighting for Carl too. He's got her eyes, that green like the sea is in winter. There's no way I'd let her take my son. The first time it happened it started like a regular slap, but hard and powerful ' there was blood from my nose. Right. I'll put my hands up completely- I never lie- I fucked up. When I make a mistake I can admit it. It wasn't the first time. This was different though. I have to admit it was quite a deep connection. She found out of course. Just knew really, never asked directly, s'pose she didn't have to. Then she saw us. Previously you see she had always known that she's the one I came back to. I'm with her. But she just lost her sense of perspective then, I can sort of understand it but there's no excuse for violence. So she followed that fucking hard slap with a punch square in the collarbone. Since then whenever I'm not where she wants me. When I'm myself and not under her control, I get it. I mean physically. And she's got shoulders on her, the cunt.

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