The first time he took me to get divorce papers…

“All of the clarity I thought I gained yesterday became clouded.  In that moment, I again became submissive and he regained all of the control.”
Picking up where the last post left off, I woke up that morning in my friend’s guest bedroom.  The rays of the sun shined through the windows lighting up the entire room.  I could still smell the bonfire on my hair and clothes from the night before. 

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When he accused me and my friend of being lesbians…

“What the fuck is wrong with you! She’s a fucking dike!” he said about my good friend, the friend whose phone I was using, the friend who is married to one of his very good friends who have three kids together.  He then suggested that I must want to fool around with her if I was going to sleep over…

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