Being Kendra_ Cribs, Cocktails, and Getting My Sexy Back - Kendra Wilkinson [54]
You can’t really imagine what the situation is like until you’ve been in it, but a husband and a wife hitting each other, that’s a betrayal. Couples fight, and while celebrities make it seem like everyone’s happy and there’s a ton of money and no one’s ever stressed, that couldn’t be further from the truth. But what happened with us, it should never have come to that.
Hank was devastated not only that I hit him but that I had accused him of cheating. The hit really sobered us up and brought us to a calmer, more repenting level. Nursing his eye, Hank calmed me down enough to show me that he had accidentally copied and pasted a message to a friend on his BBM. He proved me wrong on a very broken and now cracked phone. It was a very accidental fight and he was able to prove his innocence to me. He was like, “How could you punch me?” He was so upset and showed me the message over and over again that he had sent a while ago to his guy friend in New Mexico and accidentally copied and pasted to me. Then he took me downstairs to the bar, where the friend he texted was waiting.
Ooops.
Morning came and I was still angry. I don’t know why but I was angry at the both of us, mostly at him for getting so drunk and just not explaining himself to me right from the beginning. I said, “Why didn’t you just show me the damn message?” I didn’t know what I had done and he didn’t know what he had done. It was like, “How do we apologize for something like this?” He had an imprint of my wedding ring right under his eye, but mentally he was hurt even more. Hank rarely holds a grudge, especially against me of all people. He wasn’t mad at me, but he was upset it got to that point. He just looked at me and said, “Kendra, you had a nice shot. You should be a boxer.” We started laughing about me punching him. We were so drunk we didn’t even know what happened. Till this day we still make it the biggest joke. Accidents happen; I was trying to push him, but I did it a little too much.
Just because you are married doesn’t mean you are immune to feelings of embarrassment with your partner. We felt awkward for a few days, but from that day on we said we’d never go that far with drinking ever again. That morning we had a three-hour talk on life. We said, “We have a son now, so we will never do this again. This will never happen again.” It never did happen again and it never will happen again. So we created a drinking limit; only one of us can get drunk if we’re together, not both of us. That’s our rule that we set from that day. It’s kind of like a four-to-one rule. If I have four drinks, he can have only one. If he has four, I can have only one. We will never get to that level again ever. Thank God the baby wasn’t around and we were just with each other. That was a great thing we got through, and while it’s not something to brag about, it happened and I think we are better off because of it. It was bad and we’re ashamed of it, but we know how to laugh about it. Nobody else knew about this and Hank had to wear sunglasses for a couple of days to hide his shiner. We kept it between us until now.
Sorry, Hank, secret’s out now.
But that’s the beauty of a healthy marriage—you rebuild and move on, stronger and closer because of it. We learned a good lesson that night, and we haven’t made the same mistake again. That night also reminded me about trust, and how I do trust Hank entirely. He has always been there for me when I needed him, during tough emotional patches in my life and, of course, during the day-to-day moments. And I’ve got to be there for him. After all, I’m a football wife too and I need to help my man do his best on the field, as well as off.
Hank and his teammates always stay at a hotel the night before a football game so they can be fully focused and not distracted. It’s very