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>be me
>have a happy life with a happy husband and a happy son
>husband and son are best friends, "'daddy's little cowboy," he calls him
>passes his own childhood love for everything wild and western down to him, including some old toy of his
>then came the unexpected pregnancy
>it's a girl
Molly
>i have always wanted a little girl, a little best friend of my very own to dress up and play with
>after her first year my husband starts coming home later and later every night after work
>i notice the foul stench of cheep beer steadily growing stronger and stronger with each passing day on his breath
>then i start to notice... the other scents
perfume. cigarettes. bubble gum.
>the lying fucker has been cheating on me for a while already, "almost a whole year" to use his own poisonous words
>it wasn't long before the yelling started, and then came the shouting
>cold accusations of not loving him enough, of favoring our daughter over him, of CHOOSING to make him feel isolated from the family
>next came the fists
>he punched me in the stomach repeatedly as our children slept like quiet little angels in the room just across the hall
"YOU LIKE THAT YOU STUPID FUCKING LITTLE BITCH?! DO YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE CUNT?! WHEN I MAKE YOU FEEL PAIN?! YOU COW!!!"
>one hand gripped a fist full of my hair and the other hand clenched a fist full of my night gown as he lifted it up and pushed my face down into the sheets
>he forced himself on me... in me
>and then he was gone
>he left without saying a word
>have a happy life with a happy husband and a happy son
>husband and son are best friends, "'daddy's little cowboy," he calls him
>passes his own childhood love for everything wild and western down to him, including some old toy of his
>then came the unexpected pregnancy
>it's a girl
Molly
>i have always wanted a little girl, a little best friend of my very own to dress up and play with
>after her first year my husband starts coming home later and later every night after work
>i notice the foul stench of cheep beer steadily growing stronger and stronger with each passing day on his breath
>then i start to notice... the other scents
perfume. cigarettes. bubble gum.
>the lying fucker has been cheating on me for a while already, "almost a whole year" to use his own poisonous words
>it wasn't long before the yelling started, and then came the shouting
>cold accusations of not loving him enough, of favoring our daughter over him, of CHOOSING to make him feel isolated from the family
>next came the fists
>he punched me in the stomach repeatedly as our children slept like quiet little angels in the room just across the hall
"YOU LIKE THAT YOU STUPID FUCKING LITTLE BITCH?! DO YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE CUNT?! WHEN I MAKE YOU FEEL PAIN?! YOU COW!!!"
>one hand gripped a fist full of my hair and the other hand clenched a fist full of my night gown as he lifted it up and pushed my face down into the sheets
>he forced himself on me... in me
>and then he was gone
>he left without saying a word
