Hobson's Choice
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battery
It's official: I no longer look like a battered wife. The bandages are off my face; the scars are concealable with make-up; my tooth has been repaired; and the bruising on my leg could now be mistaken for a weird tan.
Hallelujah. I can also wear regular shoes again.
Apart from the pain, the worst thing about this injury is the be-smirching of Chris Green's reputation. People who know us believed our story, and the hospital staff did, too (after they tested me on my story for consistency each time I met a new person). The rub lay with people whom we barely know. I could see the expression in our acquaintances' face: I wouldn't have guessed that her husband beat her.
And for the record, he doesn't. But unfortunately, unless people come out and ask, it seems a little paranoid to announce that one's injuries were not husband-inflicted.
9:10 a.m. - 2006-05-02
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