I’ve always bruised pretty easily. One time when I was in the 6th grade, my science teacher Mr. Lutz chose me for a demonstration (I don’t remember of what exactly) and punched me in the arm lightly. The whole class was shocked that it actually left a bruise. I was more upset about being put on the spot in front of the class than about the bruise, however, since I’m pretty much a textbook introvert.
These days, I find a new random bruise seemingly every day. It’s a good thing I don’t have to go to an office every day for work because people would definitely think my husband beats me.
“You know, there are places you can go to get help. You don’t have to keep putting up with the abuse.”
“No, no, you don’t understand. My husband doesn’t hit me.”
“You don’t have to cover for him. You have new bruises almost every day.”
“Sigh…yes, there is a large male in my household who beats me up on a regular basis but he doesn’t do it maliciously. He’s a good boy.”
“Please tell me who’s doing this to you.”
“Would you like to see a picture of him?”
Yep, that’s my Miles. He’s 60 lbs of pure muscle but he’s still a puppy so he doesn’t realize how physically powerful he is. He wants to sit on my lap like his 17 pound brother does, but he’s three times as big and he ends up inadvertently beating me up. I sure hope he’s done growing because he’s so big I can barely pick him up anymore. Barely, but I can!
So if you see me and I’m sporting a few fresh bruises, please don’t worry about me. My husband would never hit me because he’s a legit good guy (and because he knows I’d fight back). Miles, however, is a force to be reckoned with.