A Not-So-Pretty-Post

I am guilty.

I physically injured my husband.

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Justin has been working with me on trying

to be more assertive and decisive.

So during our nightly bike ride Justin told me that

I had to lead. (Usually I ride behind and follow like a

puppy dog- which is what I prefer.)

The thought of "leading" our nightly

ride was hard for me.

I didn't know where to go, when to turn, when to speed

up, when to slow down and when certainly NOT to make

sharp turns. I can be impulsive, especially in a situation that

I would like to get out of as quickly as possible.

(The whole leading thing...)

So last night on our ride, when I was supposed to be

LEADING (which by my definition means that Justin

is BEHIND me!) I saw we went by a nice path so I made a

sharp turn to the left.

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*CRASH, SKID, BAD WORDS, OUCH!*

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Not only was Justin BESIDE me, he was also drinking

out of his water bottle thus not having two hands

on the handlebar which inhibited him from breaking.

I completely cut him off which immediately stopped

his bike, but not his body from catapulting forward onto

the unforgiving pavement.

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This non-fiction story ends with me crying

on the side of the road and Justin doing everything

in his God-given powers not to swear at me.

Oh, and lots of bandages too.

*I am sad (but also happy) to report, no broken bones.

Just some bad scrapes.

I am officially the world's most horrible wife.