I slapped my husband.
I slapped him across the face.
I slapped him so hard that it left a bright red mark on the right side of his cheek. He stood there holding the right side of his face with his hand, utterly abashed.
I never hit anybody before, so this was the first person I ever hit. All that pent-up anger, all that pent-up frustration, I let it all out with that one slap.
"You can go to hell." I said angrily.
"What..."
"What did you just say..."
"I said you can go to hell! You limp dick piece of shit."
"H-Hunjoo..." Park stood stunlocked of my reaction.
"Are you fucking kidding me..."
I can feel my husband's anger rising as he clenched both of his fists and shook sporadically. This was the second time I ever saw him like this.
The last time he acted this way was the time a question him about the marks on his neck, and he made a face that I wouldn't forget.
"Do you know how much I do for you....Do you know how much I work for us!"
