We were driving down the road, me being in the drivers seat as usual. I don’t know what made you mad or if we were fighting, but you back handed me and busted my lip open. It was almost as if me bleeding made you angrier. I pulled over in a church parking lot to try to compose myself and calm you down. You’re screaming at me and slapping me, yelling for me to keep driving. I threw the keys out of the window, in an effort to get you out of the car and away from me, if only for a couple minutes.
A car pulled up beside us. They ask if everything is okay. I guess they seen the show. I buried my face in my hands, trying to hide the blood because I didn’t want you to get into trouble. You calmly walked to their window and explained that I had a friend pass away recently. That explained the crying. They drove off, you calmed down and we went about our day as if nothing happened.
That was a typical Tuesday.
