Most often I am barefoot when in the house; my husband wears socks without shoes most of the time. That is presenting difficulties to me this week, because I want a look at his second right toe without him knowing I’m looking. …
Perhaps I should start at the beginning. Last week I greeted him with the sad news that I had stubbed my little toe in the darkness of my bathroom break. He immediately says, “I did too.” At that point I had to express sympathy. He didn’t because he had already replied to my plight, even though his reply gave me no sympathy whatsoever.
I let a day or two pass. Then lifting my foot for his perusal, I said, “I have a bruise on my stubbed toe.” Lifting his foot and removing his sock, he said, “I do too.”
Of course the words came with a view of his second right toe, which was bruised but not as badly as mine. But I felt it would be unkind of me to say, “Well, mine is worse.” So I had to say, “Oh, I’m sorry.” And as before there was no need for him to reply, since of course, he had already replied by showing me his bruised second toe.
I still have a bruise. It covers about one and half square inches at the lower part of my toe and extending down the foot area; there’s even a bit on the neighboring toe. That’s a big bruise and it is lasting a long time.
f I just come outright and say, “My toe is still bruised,” and his is still bruised…you already know. He shows me his bruise, I say, “I’m sorry. That must have hurt badly.” No need for further reply.
So I’m hoping to see his toe and to see that he has no bruise left. Then, since my bruise remains, I can say, “Look, honey, my toe is still bruised.” I don’t know though if that would get my desired response. He would probably say, “It’s because of your blood situation. You know the doctor says for you to remember that you might bruise easily even if it doesn’t hurt much.”
Perhaps I should just drop the matter.