Something happened to my wife. It doesn’t seem to be anything supernatural as far as I can tell. I don’t think she’s possessed or replaced by a doppelganger or anything like that. Something set her off and she just\u2026 snapped.<\/p>\n
We\u2019ve only been married for a month now but we’ve been together for a few years. Our time together has been amazing; I can\u2019t imagine life without her.<\/p>\n
But here we are, with me bleeding profusely while she lays unconscious at the bottom of the stairs while I wait for the police and ambulance to arrive.<\/p>\n
All because of a fucking pimple.<\/p>\n
It started yesterday afternoon. I had just gotten out of the shower after a trip to the gym. She was in her upstairs office on the computer when I walked in wearing just a towel around my waist as I leaned down to give her a kiss.<\/p>\n
\u201cSexy man kissing me in just a towel. Tease,\u201d she said, tugging at the spot where the towel cinched around my waist.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to distract you from your work,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWork can wait, come here,\u201d she said before kissing me and wrapping her arms around my back.<\/p>\n
As we kissed, I felt her fingertip brush over a raised spot on the upper part of my back. She must\u2019ve felt it too, because she pulled back from kissing me as she circled her fingertip around it.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, whatcha got there?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
I went over to the mirror, pulling my elbow forward so I could get a good look. I could see a red spot just underneath my shoulder blade where a small whitehead was forming.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s a pimple,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
When I was a teenager I had awful acne that flared up during wrestling season. For five months my face, neck and back would be covered in red splotchy skin. To this day I am still pretty sensitive about it. Once my mat career was over everything seemed to clear up, but whenever I get a pimple I revert back to an insecure teenager wanting to hide my skin.<\/p>\n
My wife\u2019s reaction was quite the opposite. Her eyes lit up with excitement.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh let me see! Let me see!\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could \u00a0protest she grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. I couldn\u2019t see what she was doing but I felt a tickle As her fingertip rubbed against the swollen skin.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a good one,\u201d she said. In the mirror I could see her eyes widen.<\/p>\n
I felt a sharp pain on my back as her fingertips pinched together. I flinched and spun around.<\/p>\n
\u201cOw! What are you doing?\u201d The spot was already throbbing.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on! I almost had it,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
She grabbed my shoulder and tried to turn me back around but I resisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo! I\u2019m not going to let you pop it, that\u2019s gross!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be such a baby,\u201d she replied. \u201cWe\u2019re married now.\u201d<\/p>\n
She again tried to get at it but I again stopped her.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust because we\u2019re married doesn\u2019t mean I\u2019m comfortable with you doing that!\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave me a look of contempt. \u201cYou\u2019re being silly. Couples do these sorts of things for each other. It\u2019s ready to go, just let me get it for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She went after it again, trying to squeeze it. I grabbed her by the wrist to stop her.<\/p>\n
\u201cGwen, please. Stop.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me for a moment, her arms crossed. Then let out a little huff as she turned back to her computer to work.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d she said in a flat, go fuck yourself<\/em> tone.<\/p>\n I left her alone for a bit, going to the bedroom to get dressed and put on a shirt to cover the inflamed skin blemish.<\/p>\n Before I went downstairs to check on dinner I popped my head back in the office.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you mad at me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d she said. She didn\u2019t even look up from the computer.<\/p>\n Great, our first married fight is over a pimple<\/em>, I thought. I shrugged and left the room.<\/p>\n She came downstairs about an hour later as I was getting dinner out of the oven. She greeted me with a warm smile and kissed me on the side of the face. Her sour mood from our earlier disagreement seemed to have dissipated.<\/p>\n \u201cSmells wonderful,\u201d she said. Her eyes shifted as she smiled at me, a quick glance at my shoulder. Almost unnoticeable, but I caught it.<\/p>\n \u201cYou\u2019re not going to try to pop it again, are you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n She shook her head, laughing it off. “I don\u2019t know what came over me up there. It\u2019s just one of those things that couples do for one another.\u201d<\/p>\n I hugged her and gave her another kiss, staring into her brilliant brown eyes. \u201cI told you about how I got picked on as a kid for my acne, I\u2019m still self conscious about things like that,\u201d I replied.<\/p>\n She nodded and kissed me again. \u201cI know, and I won\u2019t make a big deal about it. I promise.\u201d<\/p>\n We finished getting dinner ready, ate, did the dishes, and then settled down on the couch for a movie. She buried her head against my chest and snored softly as I stroked her hair. I smiled as I leaned down to kiss the top of her head. The perfect couple. I must\u2019ve dozed off as well, because I was awakened around 2am as Gwen tried to roll me over and lift up my shirt.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d I asked, very groggy.<\/p>\n \u201cGo back to sleep, you\u2019re dreaming,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n I felt a sharp pinch in the middle of my back. I shot up, wide awake.<\/p>\n \u201cAh! Jesus, what the fuck, Gina?\u201d I yelled, jumping up from the couch.<\/p>\n She threw her hands up at me, shaking her head.<\/p>\n \u201cSo I can suck your dick but I can\u2019t pop your pimples,\u201d she said. \u201cIs that how it is, Ben?\u201d<\/p>\n She circled around me. I turned to keep her to my front.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere the fuck is this coming from?\u201d I asked. \u201cWhy is this such a big deal for you?\u201d<\/p>\n She stomped her foot down. \u201cWe are fucking married now, that means they\u2019re mine! They\u2019re mine!\u201d<\/p>\n She pulled at my shirt, trying to get at my back. I grabbed her by her wrists but each time she broke free of my grasp and went after me again.<\/p>\n \u201cGina, stop it! This is stupid,\u201d I said as I backed up against the living room wall.<\/p>\n She tugged at my arm, \u201cThey\u2019re mine! They\u2019re mine! We\u2019re married now!\u201d<\/p>\n I spun her around and pinned her against the wall, screaming so loud in her face that it rattled the windows. \u201cSTOP!\u201d<\/p>\n My heart thudded against my ribcage as I held my lovely new wife against the wall. She was panting, gritting her teeth as she leaned into my hands, not resisting but not making it easy. When she realized she couldn’t break free, she relaxed. I looked up at the clock and shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m going upstairs and I\u2019m locking the door. We can discuss this tomorrow once you’ve come to your senses. Good night.\u201d<\/p>\n I pushed off her and turned to go upstairs.<\/p>\n The second my back was turned, she lunged at me.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re MINE!\u201d<\/p>\n The next thing I knew we were on the ground and she was on my back, clawing at my shirt. My head bounced off the hardwood floor and I felt a loud crunch in my nose. Blood trickled from my nose into my mouth as she dug her nails into my back, ripping into my shirt.<\/p>\n \u201cJust let me get it!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGina, goddammit stop!\u201d I yelled, trying to flip over.<\/p>\n She grabbed the back of my head and smashed my face into the ground. Blood splattered from my nose all over the floor.<\/p>\n \u201cStop fighting me and let me get it and it will all be over!\u201d<\/p>\n I was dazed. She gripped my shirt by the back of the collar, pulling back so hard that it was choking me. I never thought my amateur wrestling experience would come in handy in my marriage, but I also never thought my wife would get so crazed over a pimple. I reached back and grabbed her hands and pulled her forward as hard as I could, flinging her off of my back. Before she could get up, I was on top of her, locking my legs over hers and putting her in a rear naked choke hold.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re mine! They\u2019re mine!\u201d she hissed. Spit foamed from her lips as she dug her nails into my forearms. I screamed in pain but didn\u2019t let go.<\/p>\n I tightened my grip, expecting her to tap out or at least come to her senses. Instead, she clawed her fingernails deeper into my forearms. Blood dripped down my elbows as she dug in, sending white hot pain up my arms. She wasn\u2019t going to let up. I had no choice but to cinch in the hold tighter until she passed out.<\/p>\n Once she was limp, I tied her to the newel post and called the police. My shirt was wet with blood front and back and my arms looked like I went toe to toe with a mountain lion.<\/p>\n Oh, and the pimple was still there, unpopped. The only spot on my back she didn\u2019t shred.<\/p>\n I thought about washing up but decided against it since the police would want photographs as evidence. Instead I called my lawyer and left a message; I knew I’d be spending at least one night in holding even if I was acting in self defense.<\/p>\n When the police arrived, they took one look at the situation and put us both in handcuffs. They put us in separate cars, thankfully.<\/p>\n Sitting in the interrogation room waiting for the deputy to come talk to me, I can still hear her screaming from her holding cell down the hall.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re mine Ben! Don\u2019t you know that? They\u2019re MINE!\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Something happened to my wife. It doesn’t seem to be anything supernatural as far as I can tell. 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