Do I count as a battered spouse?

Well, it finally happened. Last night, after nearly six years of wedded bliss, Maili punched my lights out.

I know what you're thinking: It's about time! How did she restrain herself for this long?

(By the way, that's not very nice of you. Shame on you for thinking that!)

Okay, granted, we were both asleep at the time. But it still hurt!

I was awakened by a mean right cross to the left eye. Maili must have been having some kind of wicked dream. One thing you can say about my lovely wife: she can punch like a longshoreman.

I have to admit, I feel a perverse sense of pride in that.

Way to go, baby!