Round about two months ago, I posted the following words in a blog (on myspace):
"If she hurts him, I will drive to her house and hurt her. I will beat her face until it is bloody. I will kick her hard in the cooch. I will knee her in the stomach so hard that I touch her spine. Then I will drive away. I will willingly go to jail for my actions, too. Because if she hurts him, she needs to be hurt too. Badly."
The phone call that I waited for since the day I posted this finally came, yesterday.
I had no urge to hurt her. I felt pity, empathized, even. She can't accept that someone thought she deserved to be treated nicely. He still thinks that she is a good person. She IS a good person.

The one thing I said to him that will stick out as the moment I realized that I didn't want to hurt her for hurting him: "I don't know how to fix this. I want to fix it, but I don't know how. How do I fix this?"

Curb stomping her did not even occur to me then. That waited until he finally said goodbye for the night and went home, then I chuckled at the absurdity of the phrase "curb stomp".