Glass

Husband and I got into a heated discussion about his "mind games." I told him we needed to stop because I was having chest pains, but he kept on talking about it anyway.

I walked outside to get laundry, putting my tennis shoes on before walking out. He came outside and left, saying he needed to get away.

I was reading at the website freedom from covert stalking about FOOD GRADE diatomaceous earth and how eating it can get rid of parasites.

I Googled this and someone said it was made of glass crystals.

I walked around the yard a little bit, and then felt something gouging me in the bottom of the foot. I took my shoe off and had blood in it. I took the shoe inside and pulled out the object that had been gouging my foot--it was a piece of glass.