I remember standing in front of the sink one evening, washing the dishes from dinner. All of a sudden, I felt his hands from behind around my neck squeezing so hard I could breathe, couldn’t speak. Instinctively, frantically, I tried my best to pry his hands off, to no avail. My vision began to see little stars in the periphery, twinkling. I was terrified that I was going to suffocate in that damned kitchen. Then without warning he simply let go.
As soon as I could catch my breath I asked, “why in the hell did you do that?!!”
He replied cooly,”to remind you who is in charge.”
I was silently horrified.
Later that evening, we were watching television in the bedroom and he asked me to get him a drink. I of course obliged. Upon my return, I set the drink down and explained that I was sorry that I had upset him. I began massaging his back.
I ran my fingers through his hair and tossled it about the way he loved so much. Then I let my hands slip around his neck and I began to squeeze as hard as I possibly could, until I could hear him gasp and choke. He in turn tried to pry my hands off.
I leaned close and whispered in his ear and said , “if you ever put your hands around my neck again like that, I will fucking end you….. do you understand? I waited another 15 seconds or so. Then I let go.
You may think that’s the end of the story but of course not. I received an ass-whooping so severe I couldn’t sit down for a good two days. But I still smile as I type this because it was ever so worth it.