I was ashamed of myself. So ashamed.

I didn’t mean to snap out like that, but I had always had a short fuse, and you knew that.

Except we had gotten into a pretty heated argument, and you had gotten a bit physical with me, pushing my chest, etc.

It was harmless, but it was annoying, and my patience with the argument had vanished. I had raised my hand and slapped you across the face.