He took the knife and started to cut open her top I was shocked I ran over to him and before he knew what hit him he had my fist in his face. I grabbe... Claire and took her into my house I picked up his knife.In the house Claire stood in the corner clearly in shock over what had happened I just walked over there and put my arms around her and like that we stayed for a few minutes. We sat down on the couch and I just held her like a father holding his daughter after something awful has happened.. ”“Well, for example, I thought you knew Ryan was bipolar. I thought that meant you were open-minded and accepted people for who they were.”“That’s not erroneous. I am that way,” she said.“What I mean is that was a point in your favor.” He smiled. “Still is.” He took a sip. “Then there was the fact that you tried to fit in. You smiled at people and talked to them. We had a nice conversation during dinner. You sang carols with the rest of us. You could have been a wallflower, but you. Fortunately for us, we have always came to our senses, worked together and learned how to move past the difficult bumps in the road. Our little "joke" spawned from one of those bumps.In November of 2014, I worked at a local grocery store. I liked my job. It was close enough to home that I could walk back and forth, and a nice light work load after finishing college. Hubby could stop in on his lunch break and we'd have a little midday moment before seeing each other again in the evening. After a. He was kind enough to take me home and gift me his father’s sister for the night and they were running a small Kirana shop on the outskirts of Madurai. They hail from a community where all of them are very fair and the ladies are generally beautiful. The mother was around 4 and half feet tall fair with a small belly she was quiet normal weight and attractive. The father’s sister was quiet hefty and tall too at around 5 feet 5 inches and was quiet shapely and did not look like a divorced sad.