the way i would give this man the most sloppiest,juiciest, wettest, dirtiest,sickening,stomach turning, shameful, degrading, humiliating, stickiest, stressful terrifying, eye rolling, soaked,eye twitching,lip biting,hair pulling, throat getting weaker and weaker, creaming in my pants, begging me to stop,arching, chained to the chair,creamiest pie, eyes filling with tears, can't breathe from how it's gurgling in my throat, never ending, head in the world.
"When you know you're having kids, you have all these expectations of what life's gonna be like, you know? The milestones—the first words, first steps. First crush. Then they tell you your kid's gonna be different and he's gonna have challenges other kids don't. They warn you to manage your expectations. All those milestones start to seem like a stupid fantasy."
he would come home to a hot meal every single day. dishes washed, clean clothes, fresh linen, not a speck of dirt in the entire house EVER. he owns me and i do what he says because i am his property. if he cheats it’s my fault and i’m doing something wrong.