He’s recently kicked me, and punched me in the head.
The other night, he got in late, and I was already blissfully asleep. I roused a little when I felt him get into bed, and began to scoot backward toward him to cuddle up. At the exact moment I scooted, he swung his knee forward, delivering a solid blow to my left flank, delivering a wicked charlie horse…this when I was still half asleep.
When I howled in pain, he proceeded to laugh. But not just any laugh. You see, his mouth was taped. So the laugh was all “pltghwwwt-hem-hem-hemplugfttt.”
My butt hurt for two days.
He has yet to apologize.
In fact, in a classic case of blaming the victim, he accuses me of “scooting too forcefully.”
A few nights later, we were lying in bed, talking before turning out the light. He was lying on his back, right forearm resting on his forehead. He turned to the left, in response to something I said, and brought the arm with him, misjudging how close I actually was (or so he says) and clocked me in the side of the head with his fist.
Again with the laughter, although this time no tape.
Bed should be a safe place, don’t you think?
Is that too much to ask?