“FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT,” I crowd cheered in exhilaration. Mack, the right wing of the team and also you boyfriend, was beating up a guy from the other team. The refs eventually had to pull him off of the other guy as he had a bloody nose. Mack was tossed into the penalty box and waited there for basically the rest of the game.

After the game you were waiting outside the locker room for him. He eventually walked out with an ice pack on his cheek. “Hey hun…” He says flatly