I met to go bowling with friends one night. My old best pal said bit jaded: nobody likes getting hyper anymore. We had all left school and I had been in the psych ward. I thought getting hyper meant my affliction was kicking in.

But of course Fred and I were both drunk, we often drank way too much. (We drunk a 24 case of fosters at his brothers few weekends before) But, he started on me saying pretty loudly that my friends were sure to hear: we haven't had sex in months!! and I was like I have been down. I do not think that my family and Fred realised how deeply suicidal I had been and still was.

In the take out he caused a scene with the staff, which led to him challenging one to an arm wrestle and smashing his fists on the counter in a temper tantrum when he lost screaming the guy had cheated. And my friends did not like confrontation and when we got outside, I was reluctant to go home with him in such a state so he tripped me up in the middle of the road and said I will tell your mummy and daddy and you will get locked up in ward four again.

I never really saw those friends after that night.