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This is one of my photos. I actually love taking photographs. My "husband" hates it. He took me to a pond place to try and make things right after we got into a huge fight and I gave him one last chance to fix things for us.
We have a lot of troubles, as most couples do...But we're married, it's not like he can just run away from everything.
He lives with his family, and his family fucking hates me with a passion so much that they looked for a reason to kick me out. He didn't follow.
I'm staying with friends. I found out i was pregnant last weekend, and miscarried Thursday. Our first appointment was supposed to be on the 22nd. He put me under tons of stress, saying he didn't love me and didn't want to be with me, and that i wouldn't be able to carry the child full-term. I never have been able to, honestly. We've had several miscarriages before. I knew what was happening, and went home when i couldn't find a hospital and asked my roomate to take me since i was out of gas as i got home.
It hurt so bad to know that my "husband" didn't even care enough to want to come see me at the hospital.
I don't even know what to call him anymore.
I love the man, but after I confessed to doing him wrong (the event was over a year and a half ago) he said he wanted nothing to do with me. I felt like I was scum before, which is why I kept it from him and changed for the better.
