I BROKE MY HUSBAND'S NOSE LAST NIGHT
I DID
P's NOSE, I BROKE IT
Night terrors, awoke screaming, decided something was in my bed, leapt out shrieking, headbutted P on the way, blood, yelling, more screaming, total out of body experience where I could hear him but couldn't do anything about it.
Finally got my shit together and got towels, ice, ibuprofen, water and whiskey for the poor boy. He nearly threw up. I nearly threw up. My bedroom looks like a murder house. I hope to god that I didn't permanently ruin his boyish good looks or give him another fucking concussion.
(still don't know what gave me the terrors)
I FUCKING BROKE MY HUSBAND'S NOSE. His colleagues are going to think I'm a beater
(godalmighty, I think I need another holiday)
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