Condoms that-it is not of you.

I love to have a year and a half. I'm a girl make sure are resourceful, and beautiful. Since I love you, I have not once would lie and cheat me. I love you with all my heart and more at "dream about the House and the kids". During the love each other, we have not once exceeded the limit, by we respect each other and trust each other. Occasionally mentioning that, I head down to my shoulders and promises to wait until the day a common roof. I also feel happy inside.

As such, we will be happy and forever in love so sweet, but all have collapsed by a misunderstanding. One reason that up to now I still don't know who's right, who's wrong I still don't know how to explain to you understand me ...

Day is the last day of the week, children to my room, Cook me food, dry clothes for me and for my housekeeping. I smiled happily when she saw people love to take care of yourself. Just a delicious lunch later, no good have been moved out, and then pile the clothes piled near a week now have been washing clean, fragrant smell of fabric softener. In my heart thought, would never have anyone to replace you in my heart.

Would believe, a breakdown service does not hang on to the idea. When I moved the room for me, doing the screening and cleaning under the bed angle, suddenly I'm startled eyes and waterline. You sit down and cry bệt sobbed. I run back to your side, you push me up, just crying. I don't understand what happened anymore, I leaned down, and then I recoil bouncing. A condom was used to show up in front of an employer guilty as I am. I bare parts explained, swear and say to you that that is not, I have never used it but I'm still not convinced.

In return for the explanation and vows is the tears and the contacts back shaking his head sighs. I wipe the tears, stand up, take the car disappeared, although I hold power, and even begging me please for I talk but don't be.

I sat down, thẫn Church and not understand that condoms that it comes from. All week, I just tell the guy you borrow once, I also can not doubt it is the author of the "raincoat". Or do I have to run all over the neighbors, type each motel room one to ask whether anyone unintentionally used and then thrown away or to run mouse over tha ... Nonsense ... I cry because my fears rức rưng oan memories to the choke collar that cannot be explained.

Already more than a week now, call me not listening to your message, you don't answer, to the motel room I always lock the door closed ... I decline and don't know how to tell me out anymore. In me now is the sense of emptiness dissapointed and miss you so much ... What do I do to I believe I'm the victim here?=