Hi, sorry for delayed response. In real life when I was twenty, I survived a knife attack from my so called boyfriend. I'm a positive person, who finds the good in all I can. I lived to tell the tale, so maybe a few details may help, as this maybe hurt me more than I know.
On the day it happened, he was leaving London to go back home 200 miles away, I'd had enough of paying for him, his affairs. Before he left ,he took my cheese pasty, I stood up to him saying it was mine, and he wasn't having anything of mine. My mistake was I turned my back, at the time I was in good spirits, walking away and then I was spun around and he was jabbing a paring knife towards my throat, backing me up towards the french Windows, his eyes were black. Somehow thankfully I thought this was hilarious ( so I was relaxed) as I'm going backwards trying to get away from the blade and I thought, " I'm not going to die on a cheese pasty" and I managed to sit down quicker than he could stab me in the throat. Once on the floor, with conviction I said "Here, take the pasty, [email protected]
#! O##". He looked really weird, looked at me, took the pasty and left.
For me to get a sense of humour, which saved my life, in such a treacherous situation, I am thankful.
Do you think this links the symbol.