Bruises on the Soul
This picture made me kind of sad.
I’m not the most graceful of people. I walk too purposefully for that. Eyes on the goal, focus where I need to go…and wind up running into stuff because of the ‘blinders’ the focus brought on. And I bruise very easily.
In the classroom, I am always running into the corners of the kids’ desks. Sometimes the desks would be close together, and as I moved around them getting from student to student to help, I’d even catch the insides of my thighs on the corners.
My ex thought the resulting bruises ‘proved’ I was running around on him. Because those bruises couldn’t come from desks, of course, but from some other man’s hip bones during sex.
Of course, he was the one ‘running around’…but it was always my fault, one way or another.