Monday, June 17, 2013

No one asked about my black eye

I posted Maybe Bogie Needs Professional Training when he pulled me off my feet and I landed - hard.  The most painful damage was to my hands. The most obvious damage was from the impact of my cheek onto the sidewalk curb. 

 I looked like I was in a bar fight.  There was a scrape on my cheek.  And I had a gloriously purple shiner that ran from under my eye to part of my eyelid. 

I had to sign papers for my new job the next day.  I covered up the bruises and scrapes as best I could, but it was still obvious.  And no one asked what happened.  

The cover-up made my eye water so I stopped covering the bruise.  I went to the gym.  I went shopping.  And no one who didn't already know me asked what happened. 

I had a funny version of the story all prepared.  But no one asked.

I haven't lived in a smallish town for more than 20 years.  In my hometown, almost everyone would have known I wasn't the victim of domestic abuse.  I don't know if it's the size of the town or a sign of the times that people won't ask what happened.  

Are they afraid they will put a domestic violence victim on the spot?  

Or do they just not care?

I had a funny version of the story all prepared.  But no one asked.

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