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Red Lipstick Kisses And A Black Eye Part 2
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I really should have put ice on my eye before falling asleep
because in the morning, it was almost swollen shut. My eye
was all bloodshot and the bruising around it was dark black
and blue. I was so mad at my wife. How was I going to explain
this very black and swollen eye to everyone in the coming
week? I think my wife was a little shocked when she saw
what she had done. However, she didn't say anything and
we stayed clear of each other for most of the day. In evening
I was watching a football when my wife came in the room
dressed rather provacatively and with her red lipstick on.
She sat down next to me. I tried to ignore her and watch
the gave, but then she started kissing my face. I kept trying
to hold on to my anger but she was wearing me down. After
a couple of minutes, I took a glance at our reflection in
a mirrow on the wall. She looked at the mirror the same
time and our eyes met. I probably had a dozen large lip
prints all over my checks, forehead, neck, everywhere except
close to the black eye. (It was real sore.) We both broke
up laughing. Then we started laughing about the whole situation,
the badmitten game, the arguement, and the black eye. She
went and got her camera and set up a timed picture of us
embracing - me with my black eye and covered with lipstick
kisses. She had it framed and used to show it to her friends
and tell them the story behind it. Funny thing, neither
of us could remember what I had said before she knocked
my lights out. While telling the story, she used to say;
"we can't remember what he said, but whatever it was,
he knows better than to say it again".
We didn't over-indulge ourselves with alcohol very much
after that. I learned not to say hurtful or damaging things
when we argued. Also, I worked at overcoming my fragile
male ego. Fact was, she was a better athlete than I and
regularly beat me in tennis, badmitten, volleyball, ping
pong... you name it. She even beat me a few times armwrestling.
I didn't mind so much, as long as it was just between us.
She came to realize that she had a hot temper and worked
to mellow out some. I loved that woman.
I lost my her to breast cancer after 13 years of marriage.
I sure to miss her.
By Chris
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