When I Was in Hell by Harold Aguiar

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There are so many reasons why my daughter’s mother Sabrina gets under my skin. For starters, her personality flipped from being an average person to a borderline psychotic, bipolar person. There was a time when people I was very close to stopped interacting with me because they didn’t want to deal with her. I was blind and didn’t see it until late in our relationship.

One time in a restaurant she made a big scene over nothing. We were eating at a very crowded restaurant uptown on an early Sunday morning. It was about 2:45 am and there were a lot of people there getting something to eat after leaving the club. Two young ladies that I had never seen before were seated in the table right next to Sabrina and I. The music playing out of jukebox was all right and had me in a zone, when all of a sudden without any warning Sabrina begins to scream out at the top of her lungs at the women in the next table.

“What the f__k are you looking at?” Then she turned her anger towards me, “Did you f__k one of them?” I was puzzled, like I said before I had never seen any of these ladies.

Everyone in the restaurant turned his or her attention my way. I felt like I was in the middle of a Broadway play and there was a huge spotlight on me. At that moment, I wished I was a piece of ice and would just melt from the heat right then and there. I looked around and saw people laughing and pointing and my mind was as empty as a baseball park in the winter. Usually, under pressure I can hold my own, but I must admit that I was caught completely...