My story

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I have 147 scars 100 of which he gave me.

He's thrown me out the window twice,

he strangled me once

raped me more times than I can count

screamed at me 

beat me

and the sick part is... I still love him.

I know, I know that's not what you'd expect. You think my story should start out in high school crushing on the quarterback. Being spoiled by super rich, loving but, careless, parents. But that isn't reality. Reality is I'm living with a man that treats me like crap and I love it. Reality he is sweeter when he's sober. Reality is I have dreams that he fucks me roughly and I love it. Reality is I love a sick man and a sick man loves me.

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