“For you,” a woman said, to correct my phrasing that suggested his aid was unwanted, or intrusive. Truth is, I admit, I would not have stopped myself. I felt no betrayal by him for he was not overreacting. My bitterness when I said that he went 911 on me, is more a reflection of my anger that I did not act sooner. I had a chance— the urge, even, and though my means were questionable, they could have worked. But during my hesitation, the men in uniform drove up and knocked on my front door and startled my roommates and took me away, mortified, in the back seat. Caught, thwarted was I... but as I headed in the night toward the mental hospital, where they take people like me, I was simultaneously in awe that he cared this much.