So as time passes, the colors of the eye change. It is now very, very pretty. I made a point of being seen with my ex as much as possible over the past few days. I figure if we're going to have assumptions of spousal abuse, why not have them directed at him? That's just efficient, if you ask me. Anyway, without further ado:
I like the yellow, personally. It feels bold and unique. And once my kid's gymnastics coach said, "You are bold and unique" after I emailed him a colorful epistle during a clusterfuck of epic proportions in the gym. So I like that my black eye represents the inner me.
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