Have you ever been in gym class and been hit in the face with a fast flying basketball? Well, that’s how it felt the first time. It came out of no where.
I was stunned.
It happened 6 months into our relationship. A relationship that would last 11 years, 11 months, and 13 days before it ended in a bitter divorce.
Here is my story.
We were in route to a Chicago Bulls game the first time it happened. I reached to change the radio station and received a back hand to the face. My hand never made it to the radio knob. I lifted my hand up to my face to see if there was a bump. Not only did I find a bump but, there was blood dripping out of my nose. I could feel it. I could taste it as it dripped down my throat. I looked down and there was blood on my shirt. There was so much of it. “Oh my God, he just broke my nose,” I thought to myself. I hoped there was no real damage. My cheek was sore to the touch.
I was in awe.
I could feel my face starting to swell. The pulsating feeling on the left side of my face. My eye began to close. Not only did he hit my nose but he had hit the entire left side of my face. I sat there and said to myself, “Please, God help me. What in the hell was going on? What in the hell was I going to do? What was I going to tell people? How can I go to a basketball game like this? Will this happen again? And what did I do to piss him off?”
I was so scared and alone. I had no one to help me. No one to call. I couldn’t tell anyone. Everyone would of blamed me.
Instead, I sat in the car alone and cried while he met our friends at the game. He went inside like there was nothing wrong, like nothing had happened. I sat there alone. I was alone, bleeding and scared.
I pulled down the visor and unhooked the mirror. I took a look. I couldn’t believe what I saw. There was so much blood and it had begun to dry. I looked like I had come out of a horror movie. I had no Kleenex. I had nothing to clean myself up with. Instead, I just sat there and cried. I didn’t want to cry because it made the taste in my mouth even worse. You know what your hands smell like after rolling hundreds of coins? That smell of dirty copper and iron is horrible. That’s what it tasted like. It was horrific.
I just sat there for hours. I waited for him to return. My lip was swollen and I had a huge bruise under my left eye. It had already started to discolor. I knew there would be a terrible bruise. A bruise on my face. I wouldn’t be able to hide it. It was coming. It would be there tomorrow.
This was the first time he had hit me. But it wasn’t the last.