You always hurt the one you love....
But I really didn't MEAN to!
I have an unfortunate tendency towards klutziness. Zach can tell you about the many times I've accidentally gouged, poked, scratched, spindled, or mutilated him. I have very poor spatial awareness (unless I'm dancing), and since Z is so often the closest one in my vicinity, he bears the brunt of it. It becomes even worse when he's injured - I'll often forget completely and do something that hurts him. Case in point: he's got a bruised sternum, and I kissed him right on it the other night. Poor guy.
I don't think it's self-absorption that makes me forget that he's injured - rather, it doesn't fit with my mental image of my husband. He doesn't get injured. He's got weak knees, a tendency toward insomnia, and occasional back twinges, but he's not injured. Rather, he's the picture of heartiness. I think this is as much for my own mental health as it is the truth - if I didn't think of him this way, I'd go nuts worrying about everything that went wrong. Therefore, when he does get injured, I have a very hard time incorporating that into my radar.
So, basically, bigpenguin, this is a public apology for all of the times I've injured you already, and a blanket apology for all of times I will injure you over our long, happy life together. I'll still apologize ceaselessly when I do, but the world at large knows how sorry I am and how much I didn't mean to.
Love you, sweetie. And I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!
I have an unfortunate tendency towards klutziness. Zach can tell you about the many times I've accidentally gouged, poked, scratched, spindled, or mutilated him. I have very poor spatial awareness (unless I'm dancing), and since Z is so often the closest one in my vicinity, he bears the brunt of it. It becomes even worse when he's injured - I'll often forget completely and do something that hurts him. Case in point: he's got a bruised sternum, and I kissed him right on it the other night. Poor guy.
I don't think it's self-absorption that makes me forget that he's injured - rather, it doesn't fit with my mental image of my husband. He doesn't get injured. He's got weak knees, a tendency toward insomnia, and occasional back twinges, but he's not injured. Rather, he's the picture of heartiness. I think this is as much for my own mental health as it is the truth - if I didn't think of him this way, I'd go nuts worrying about everything that went wrong. Therefore, when he does get injured, I have a very hard time incorporating that into my radar.
So, basically, bigpenguin, this is a public apology for all of the times I've injured you already, and a blanket apology for all of times I will injure you over our long, happy life together. I'll still apologize ceaselessly when I do, but the world at large knows how sorry I am and how much I didn't mean to.
Love you, sweetie. And I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!