Growing up, I had few close calls, but after 22 years, I ruined my “good girl” reputation and got into my first fistfight. However, in my defense, I feel like the situation was 100% justified. 

Here is the story: 

The Call

I had been dating this guy for a few months when the phone rang around 2:30 am. He was in the music industry, so I thought nothing of it. I was already used to his friends, industry people, and artists calling at all hours of the night. This time it was a little different. It was his ex-girlfriend calling. She went out with her friends, who then left her at the club, and she was now standing in a parking lot alone, asking for a ride back to her car. Before you start wondering why she didn’t just call Uber or Lyft, keep in mind this was 2013, and car services were not that popular at the time. 

Anyways, call me naive or stupid, but being the natural protector I am, I would hate for something to happen to this girl, so I told him to go pick her up. He insisted that I ride along to prove nothing was going on between them and be his protection just in case she decided to act crazy.

The Fight

Well, his wish most certainly came true. No sooner did she get in the car, her mouth started popping off. I stayed quiet because I know how I get when people get disrespectful. 

The 20-minute car ride seemed like it lasted forever, where she took no breaths talking mess about us and everything in between, but finally, we arrived at her car. She gets out of our car, causing a whole scene. Banging and spitting on the windows, kicking the sides of the car, and screaming in mass hysteria. Finally, he has had enough, exits our car, and tries to get her to calm down.

Here is where the story gets interesting. This girl starts punching and trying to fight him. Now, before we go any further, let me be very clear, no man should ever hit a woman, but no woman should ever lay her hands on a man. 

At this point, her ignorance is at full force, so I get out of the car to get her to stop hitting him. This b**** then proceeds to bite me hard enough to draw blood and starts throwing hands on me. I blacked out; I can’t even lie. I went crazy and put her right back in her place. Not my proudest moment, but If you want to hit me, I will act in self-defense. My boyfriend eventually gets me off of her, and we get back in our car and drive off. 

The End

You think the story is over, NOPE.

She gets in her car and proceeds to follow us back to his apartment. When he noticed she was stalking us, he was smart, and instead of going directly home, we pulled up to the nearest gas station where two cops were parked. We told them the situation, and they asked if I wanted to file assault charges. I said no because it wasn’t that serious, but the cops instructed us to wait until they spoke with her about the severity of the situation, and she left. We then got a private escort to a safe place and remained there until the next day. 

Looking back, I don’t regret any of my decision, and I stand by defending my man. 

We broke up a few weeks later for those of you wondering what happened with the relationship, and he went right back to her. 

Such a waste; I should have pressed charges, hahaha. 

Comment down below, and let me know if you have ever been in a fight.