I think I knew I was full of crap even before the words left my mouth. And I really was out of line doing the whole arresting thing like that. But it was like I was possessed, taken over by the demon of the woman scorned, the less worldly and more naive Fee Fleming who trusted this piece of trash for years only to have her heart torn out, thrown on the ground, stomped and discarded with the level of disdain most people reserve for a cockroach.