Last summer, I was in a relationship unlike any I had been in before. Drama-filled and absurd, each day of the relationship was like living in an episode of Empire, complete with a narcissistic asshole and trashy sidepieces. When I discovered the extent of the lies and deception (in a courtroom nonetheless – I told you this was ABSURD!), I quickly got the hell out of there.
But relationships like that can leave a lot of questions. And anger. Revenge fantasies floated through my mind like ash after a volcanic eruption. I knew I needed to do something to release the pressure. So what’s a gal to do when you want to punch a sociopathic cheating liar and his piece of trash “baby mama” in the face, repeatedly? (Side note: if you use the terms “baby mama” or “baby daddy” with any kind of pride and without irony, please reevaluate your life.) Well, if you are like me and want to avoid going to jail over two pieces of shit, you find yourself a boxing class. And quick. So that is what I did.