My forehead was the big elephant in the room today.
I have a massive scratch across my forehead and it's accompanied by swollen, red skin. It's a result of fighting a bit too dirty during sparring and a combination of the head gear scratching my skin and my opponents' head smashing against mine. For a good few hours I sported a massive headache from it too.
Tell someone you're a boxer and they'll expect you to have injuries and ask to hear the stories. Tell someone your husband caused your injury and all of a sudden they don't know if it's borderline domestic abuse or a part of the sport even when they know your husband is also a pro boxer.
Just so that we're clear here, my husband does not beat me.
... he punches me... hahahaha.
Ok, but seriously. We do spar and he does hit me but the two go hand-in-hand -- he hits me when we spar because it's called SPARRING.
You should see what it's like to sport a boxing injury and get into an argument with Snickers in a public place. All of a sudden people clear the isle or stop to stare, as if he's going to throw a punch or something. I once tried to play it up and act as if my injury was caused by him, nothing really happened though beyond getting extra stares. Someone took a picture of us too though Snickers was convinced it was a video. Perhaps they thought a fight between us would break out and they'd post it on YouTube, nice.
Snickers holds my hand when we sleep and he often wakes me up to either tell me he loves me or to tell me to spoon him. And when it comes to sparring with me, he spars with me not because he really wants to but because I've asked him to and because there's no other pro boxer here able to spar with me.
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