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.