Ugh, reminds me of the time when my then (now ex) husband forced/guilted me into playing football (soccer for Americans) with his family. I didn't want to, but he whined that everyone else's spouse was playing and that I would make him look bad. (Not true, by the way, as there were a few cousins' wives who just sat on the sidelines to watch.

During the game, his brother and I are going after the ball and that fucker stomps hard on my foot to get it. For the next 5 years, the top of my foot would hurt every time I walked for longer than ten minutes, which was annoying as hell. It will have been 13 years since that day, and sometimes when I walk too much, I can still feel that same pain.