I want to leave him so bad, but I don’t want to break up our family. I know he loves me, but he just has such a bad temper. I remember when we first got together, he ws so nice. We used to go to amusement parks and out to dinner all the time, it was great. Yeah he used to pull on me and grab me by the arm. He would get really protective when anyone came around, but I just thought he cared so much about me that he didn’t want anyone else to have me because he wanted me all to his self. I thought that was love.
I remember the first time he hit me. We were at his mom’s house for Mother’s Day. All of his sisters and brothers and all their kids came together and cooked a big dinner for their mom. I was in the kitchen helping his sisters cook while he ws outside drinking with his brothers. As I stood at the sink washing the greens I looked out of the kitchen window and watched him drink beer after beer and shot of patron after shot of patron. I shivered inside at the thought of having to sleep with his drunk ass later on. When he gets real drunk he doesn’t make love to me. His kisses taste like throwup and he slobberes all over my face (that is his idea of foreplay) then he rips my panties off, pushes my legs apart, and tries to shove his limp ass dick inside of me for about 15 minutes. Then just when I think our lovely evening is over, he jumps up and starts cussing me out talking about I’m fat and I don’t turn him on that’s why his dick won’t get hard.
I help his youngest sister set the table and out of the blue she says, “how do you put up with him? I love my brother, but I hate my brother. He doesn’t treat women right.” “How do you know? You are only 13.” I asked her. “I have two eyes and two ears and all four of them work” she said as she walked back into the kitchen. I put the conversation and my thoughts of my ‘romantic evening’ out of my head and decided to focus on pleasing him and not doing anything to make him mad.
The evening was going great until all the grandkidsgot up and said a poem for his mom. They were so cute. When they finished their poems they gave their grandma a hug and then they hugged their parents. I got up and gave his mom a hug and went to hug him when he just clicked as said, “don’t hug that bitch Ma! She aint no muthafuckin mother, that bitch won’t even give me a kid.” Then he pushed me back into my seat. I wanted to get up and run out of the room, but I knew if I did he would really get me. So I just sat there while the family just went back to eating, talking, and laughing like nothing ever happened. I looked over at his youngest sister, she looked back and shook her head.
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