“Get out of my house” my voice was eerily calm as I confronted him. This man. The man I thought I loved, the man I did love, the man I thought could be the one. “Shit Madeleine, I didn’t mean it, I… you know I… I didn’t meant it.” His hand was shaky, as he rested it on the kitchen island. He wasn’t making any move to leave. I repeated myself, louder and slower this time. “Get. Out. Of. My. House.”...