Tit for Tat: A Marriage's Irony

My husband called me a moron after I got hit by a car—so I treated him like he was brain damaged

everytime he made the smallest mistake. I was crossing the street in a crosswalk with the walk signal

when a car turning right didn't see me. I went down hard, bruised my hip badly,

scraped up my elbow. The driver stopped immediately, kept apologizing, and gave me all

his information. Pretty straightforward accident. I called my husband Dale from the ambulance

to tell him I was heading to the emergency room. His first words weren't are you

okay or I'm on my way. He asked what did you do, walk into traffic

like a moron. I told him I was in the crosswalk with the signal. He said sure you