Right after our honeymoon ended, my husband took off his belt, wanting to teach me “the rules of being a wife.” I calmly took off my outer shirt, put on my boxing clothes and gloves: “Perfect timing. I need a training partner!”
The belt buckle struck the bedroom lamp before it struck me, and the sharp metallic crack sounded like a gunshot. My husband smiled as if our marriage had finally reached the moment he had been waiting for. “Now that the honeymoon is over,” Derek said, wrapping the leather around his fist, “you need to learn…