HawkWow":2fnoa2x8 said:
My wife and I (almost) never argue. We don't even raise our voices to each other. But over the past 8 years, she has broken my left hand twice, my right forearm, my left clavicle and she's broken ribs and fingers as well.
Last year alone she (badly) bruised my ribs, ruptured my eardrum and landed a kick to my neck that resulted in severe, permanent damage that resulted in surgery (fusion). It's still &*&^ed.
I typically walk around bruised, battered and limping. All of our friends, neighbors, clients and even the cops are aware of this (still nobody helps me). But no, she wouldn't dream of spitting on me or anyone else (not named Ray Rice).
My wife and I have been together for 31 years and she has mellowed but early on she was extremely aggressive.
We met on a blind date in New York when I was in the navy. She is about 4'11" and 100lbs dripping wet. Oh yeah and a Harlem raised Puerto Rican. Feisty as all get out and based on everything she was taught growing up in Harlem, She figured she should be able to beat this white guys ass when needed and apparently she felt I needed it often. She has attacked me on many occasions even one time while driving down the freeway.
I never hit her or retaliated I would just hold her down and try and show her if I wanted to I could hurt her. It went on for years until we got jumped by two guys in our parking lot and with all the pent up frustration I took advantage of showing her what I was capable of. The two guys left in an ambulance.
Now let me expand because I am not an internet tough guy. It did happen and the result was amazing. My wife never attempted to physically attack me again. However, there was one other side affect. After the altercation I thought I was the baddest mofo on the planet and as luck would have it I found my way into another scrap. This time pretty much provoked by me as I felt invincible. Well guess what, I apparently wasn't because this guy proceeded to woop my ass every way from Sunday.
The silver lining. I came home bloodied and bruised and my wife alarmed asked what happened. I told her I got in a fight to which her eye's bulged and she said How many where there? LOL, I said just one to which she said, How big was he? Again I chuckled and told her about my size.
I still get a chuckle out of the whole thing because of the night and day difference in her opinion of my ability to handle myself.
Sorry for dragging this out. I still get a chuckle out of telling the story.