Finish Him!

Troy kicked me in the face tonight and busted my nose. He was lying there, and I was checking if his diaper needed to be changed. And he intentionally swung his legs over and kicked me square in the face. It wasn’t an accident. I wasn’t clipped by a wayward foot swinging through the air. It was calculated. And I’m sad to say that my anger got the best of me.

As the blood poured from my face, I was furious. Not because he made me bleed, which is a first, but because he always hits me in the face. Hits me, kicks me, pokes me, slaps me. And he’s gotten more mean and violent about it. I could be having a nice moment with him, and he’ll just haul off and slap me across the face for no reason.

But the worst part is that he’s not upset or remorseful about it. He just laughs. Tonight, he even denied doing it. Point blank lied to me, telling me that he didn’t kick me in the face. So, now he’s not only mean, but a liar too.

I know he thinks he’s playing. I know he’s trying to pit his strength against mine. It doesn’t bother me if he hits me anywhere else. But he always targets the face. Maybe that’s because it bothers me the most, so he gets the biggest reaction from me. But because he thinks it’s funny, and because he’s two and defiant, I can’t rationalize with him to stop. Now, I have to figure out how to get him to own up to it and apologize instead of lying about it.