My story is actually one my husband's friends felt he should share about me, but since he is computer illiterate, I got the honors.
    At least now you will understand  " The Psycho's " point of view.

    My husband and I have been friends for years, through high school, boyfriends, and girlfriends, our family's were even friends.   This is why I did what I did, for some one that close to you to hurt you the way he did at that time, really pissed me off.   I'll get to the point, when we started seeing each other in a relationship kinda way, we had both come out of pretty screwed up long term relationships.  Knowing what the other had been through, and having been friends so long, everything felt right. We have a love no one can destroy, except ourselves. One of our mutual friends had their second son, I was very excited to go meet him at the hospital.  I called my husband from work and we had everything planned, I would come home from work, and we would go there together, before the kids came home so we could visit.  I get home, no husband. I'm thinking maybe he ran to the store, so I go ahead and get the gifts ready.  The phone rings, It's my loving husband, one of his friends had come by to see if he wanted to go to the bar for a drink.   OK fine, I was disappointed, but he said if I really wanted him to go he would have his friend take him to the hospital and meet me in front. I said sure, thinking to myself he would much rather be bar hopping with his friends, but he chose something that meant allot to me instead,. I get to the hospital, waited for awhile, no show. Maybe he's in the room already, go to the room, nope not there either.  Not wanting to ruin our friends beautiful moment, I say maybe traffic was bad I'm sure he'll show. I visit for about an hour, he never shows. Knowing I have to be back in time for the kids, I apologize for his absence, and leave. Of course my girlfriend could tell I was upset, and understood why. Men will be men.  I pick up the children, go home hoping he'd be there with a logical explanation. Nope not at home.  Trying to maintain my anger in front of the kids, I start calling around looking for him. Hoping he's not hurt, and not out to hurt me.   I find out he stopped at some of his friends houses after the bar, and the one's I could trust told me the truth, he requested their silence in that he had been there, was drunk, and didn't want me to find him. He wanted to party with his friends and didn't was to hear my bitching.  This is when I began to officially go "Psycho" how could he hurt me this way? Knowing the awful things that had been done to me in previous relationships,  I had put my complete faith in him because I actually felt safe with my heart and love in his hands. (Words from the wiser love is a wonderful thing, but the one and only person you can trust is YOU.)  This is where I got a little extreme, the more I sat and thought, the angrier I became. Every emotion present and past took over. We had a beautiful 1985 Chevy full size blazer, lift kit, everything it was our truck we bought together when we first got together. Had allot of  "fun times" if you know what I mean, in that truck. It was a part of us.  Well, he hurt me, so I felt revenge was in order. I'm not talking throwing his stuff out, breaking his favorite tool,  I went for the ball buster.  I went to the garage found a can of paint thinner,  opened the door of "our" truck and proceeded to pour it all over the interior, not taking one belonging of ours out, I used pretty much the whole can.   Stood there for a moment, thinking how crazy this was in the back of my mind, lit a match from the box we got at the same bar where all this started, threw it in the drivers seat and watched as it was engulfed  in flames. It scared me to realize was I had done, there was no turning back now. I got in my car and left.  I went to a friends house freaking by then,  called my neighbor and made up some story that some one called me at my friends and asked if I was burning some thing, not being home would she please take a look, All I heard when she looked out side was a scream, Oh my god! Your truck is on fire, and has caught the woods on fire too!! I immediately   called the fire department and headed home. Two different neighbors were there with rakes and hoses trying to keep it from spreading to my garage. It took two fire trucks to put it out. Leaving nothing but a rear tire, the blazer was toast. When asked how it happened, I said I had no idea, then crying out of fear for what I had done and the consequences, I told them I was in a hurry and was looking for some insurance papers, used a match to see shook it, thinking it went out, and through it in the floor board and left.   The very nice and handsome fireman proceeded to tell me many people make the same mistake, not knowing the tip of the match could still be hot even after the flame is gone.   Playing the dumb female part I thanked him and apologized  for my carelessness.  I went and stayed with a friend that night. My husband was very surprised when he found out what happened. "Do you not understand how f***ing crazy that was? " he would say. We laugh about it now, what choice do we have.   Needless to say It was a long, long time before he went to a bar with any of his friends.