BLACK EYE, PLEASE
Cheat on today’s contributor and it’s lights out!
My boyfriend and I dated for about a year and a half. He was my first love, so naturally, I was smitten with him. During a week-long beach trip, he arrived a day early and stayed with my friends. When I met him the next evening, he was completely wasted.
It was hard not to notice the bright red bruise on his neck when I arrived. Shocked, I asked him how he got it. He said he was hit by a ping pong ball while playing beer pong. Seriously? A ping pong ball? I was in love, not an idiot (although, some might argue they’re one and the same). I immediately unloaded on him in front of everyone on the beach. Then he called me a bitch.
My auto-reflex kicked in and I slapped him. Then he called me a bitch again. I lost it. My friends had to pull me away kicking and screaming like the pointless body guards on Jerry Springer. The next morning he texted me, asking to talk. I agreed and met him on the beach.
I felt bad when he came to apologize bearing two black eyes and a chipped tooth courtesy of me. But even more jarring was the new hickey on the other side of his neck! That moment I realized it was the beginning of the end—once a cheater always a cheater. I just hope he considers his dental bill next time.
