My First Black Eye

It’s not too abnormal for someone to get a black eye.  They can happen for all sorts of different reasons, it isn’t always brought on by a fight or abuse.  I, however, had never had one, and I never thought my first black eye would come from my husband.  Now before you panic and think we have some terrible marriage, and I’m abused let me explain.  It was a complete accident.  So much so that I couldn’t even be mad… after the hurt wore off I just had to laugh.

Now that my disclaimer is out there, let’s back up to the beginning.  Since Paul and I moved, we’ve been attending the church I grew up in.  It’s great! I love the pastors and the worship is phenomenal, but it is also HUGE.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with that, but after leaving our church in Tallahassee, I think I am looking for something a little more intimate. Since we keep traveling back to Tallahassee for football games, work, and little niece’s birthdays we haven’t had much time to try out new churches.  Last weekend, we decided we were going to try one since we were home.  Now this whole church thing doesn’t seem relevant to a black eye, but I swear it comes into play.

Saturday night, Paul and I get ready for bed and as we are getting in bed the stars perfectly aligned for me to get a black eye.  Paul picked up his arm to put it around me, and at the same time I sat up to readjust myself on my pillow… and that’s when it happened. BOOM.  Elbow to the eye.

It hurt.  I may have started to cry… at the same time Paul started freaking out.  He felt so bad and he kept trying to talk to me, and I couldn’t say anything.  He then asks, “Should I get some ice?” and I nodded my head very slightly.   So he runs to the freezer, and doesn’t bring me ice, but brings me a bag of frozen peas.  While I’m holding the peas on my face, he just keeps apologizing over and over.  To which I keep telling him, it’s okay.  I couldn’t really be mad at him, he truly did not mean to.  It was just a series of bad timing.

When I took the peas off, I asked him if I was going to get a bruise.  He looked at it, made a face and said, “Put the ice back on… and we aren’t going to a new church tomorrow.  They’re going to think I beat you.” In reality I did have a lump on my eye, but by the morning, it was barely noticeable and once I put makeup on you couldn’t see it.  That didn’t matter though, Paul still wouldn’t let us go to church for fear that someone would think he wasn’t treating me right.

I didn’t take a picture of it, but I should have.  The whole situation was just funny, and now we get to look back and laugh.  I’m so thankful for a husband who treats me so well, and feels awful for hurting me even if it is an accident.  I think I take that for granted, some women do not have that luxury and live in fear everyday.

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Happy Halloween?

Growing up Halloween was never a very big deal in my family.  Sure we would dress up and go get candy, but that was about it.  Our house was never decorated, and money was never really spent on costumes.  On the Halloween’s when dad was in town (he traveled a lot as a pilot), they were even more low key.  I remember one year, we came back from trick-or-treating to the house completely dark, and Dad hiding in his bedroom watching TV with a towel under the door so the light wouldn’t come through.  Another year, he didn’t want us trick-or-treating, so my mom went out and bought the 3 of us kids bags of candy because she felt bad.

That being said, I think Halloween has just never been a huge deal for me.  I did dress up and go to parties a couple times in college.  I would dress up at work, usually in my pajamas as an excuse to get out of wearing dress pants that day.  Then Paul entered my life and low and behold, he doesn’t really care for Halloween either.  We have never once dressed up as a couple and headed to a party.  We’ve never handed out candy (granted we didn’t have any trick or treaters in our old neighborhood).  Halloween usually consists of us hanging out at home together… fine by me 🙂

This year, I was actually a little excited for Halloween.  We have moved, and we are in a neighborhood with kids.  I kind of wanted to post up in our driveway and hand out candy.  I just thought it would be kind of fun, and the best way to avoid our dogs going absolutely crazy with the doorbell constantly ringing.  My husband had other plans.

After a very quick discussion, Paul didn’t even want to hand out candy.  We decided to have a Halloween date night. Before we left, we put some candy outside in a bowl with a note (yes we were those people), and then we headed to Kobe Japanese Steak House and had an amazing hibachi dinner.  Then we headed to the movies to see The Judge, which PS is a great movie!  Not to mention Robert Downey Jr. is in it, and who doesn’t love him as an actor?!   We ended up getting home around 9:45 and there were no more people roaming the neighborhood at that point.  It was such a fun night for us, and secretly I kind of loved missing out on all the Halloween festivities.  Maybe I’m a Halloween Grinch?