I was the husband of sexual violence because Miss 'lost life daughter'

Me and him love each other a year before marriage. Do not take long time to flirt as you please my family. He's polite, thoughtful, generous, charming talk, spoil me. Other than these other men, he never "require" that will respect me as. "He aspires to me but I just want to do it when I feel really comfortable. If you want us to preserve until the wedding night, he'll wait ", he still often leak my ear like that.

Everyone told me to be blessed, I also believe that when the Rapture nodded before his marriage without knowing that, since then, the moments of my life was completely up to a turn.

Wedding night, the right moral guys that I used as a Saint's life to reveal the face of a demon. Not seeing drops of blood virginity on sheets, him tear into me cursed not sorry lyrics: "Map spoiled woman. So she just always proved as a Holy woman in front of me ".

 

I hear that the ear ringing away, tears of shock, medium sized new Lü BU in pain. Meanwhile, despite the consternation and fear, I still feel I was incredibly guilt. Before that, I used "given all" for first love. But, I thought, I live in a modern society people are not too strict chastity stories.

I also believe, my husband-a man of understanding, altruistic will understand and sympathize for me. Later that night, I live with inferiority and guilt during the second half of the year. But after this, I realize that, that's just an excuse for him to wear the jewelry I like an animal obsessed about sex.

With looks outside, he was a responsible husband and father who was very attentive, loving children. Whether they are entrepreneurs, but he rarely absent, the trip only lasts a maximum of 2-3 days and sometimes very late. Even before, he also retains a warm smile and caring, loves the afternoon for me. Sometimes, though it was too familiar but I'm still really surprised when he can play so talented.

However, when the shadows pour ụp down, only two bodies of the four walls, we both were living as two other people. He stripped the divine appearance, did I, from the crust of a lady I show up naked, pathetic and painful.

He often asks me to remove the internal medicine and even a toxic white sleep shirt and torment me until blood splotches on the flimsy shirt panels. He said, that's the price to compensate for the ones having profane is I can not penetrate the blood droplets in that fateful night. I must be honest, if the bed is a tv game then he as a player full of Zhao. He caught me watching black movies and catch me again right there. Sometimes he slapped me in 5-Mr fingers just because I'm not moaning as big as actors in the film. The more I cry, beg him as guffaws filled the suggestive secluded. Times he used sadomasochism sex toys ... He stopped only when the prostrate, has busy then because I limp fainting.

My life is not any other pole. Photo illustrations.

A month, except for the time I arrived, and a few rare trip of him enough 20 days I live in the dream. When I was pregnant, the first thing our bedding (if you can use a word "sweet" like) new chill out a bit. But as a disease, he cannot abandon the sick game full of lust. I were pregnant. Sample electronic love plus stress pain mentally and physically a long time made me like crazy. I screamed and threatened divorce.

For the first time after a chain on tormenting me like a wild beast, I see him regret. He apologized and expressed remorse. He spent time taking care of me each step by little cups, no longer requires and promised to "diet" until birth.

There are times, I think he's really changed. But I was wrong! When I have children less than hemorrhage, he got back into me like animals starved. The body I drug with the bite up ancient, chest up to turn the blood. Then, continue on the đẵng behind the pain, again the bloodstained bed skirt ...

This pain I was buried inside tight throughout the 2 years living with him. Even her parents and close friends still believe that I'm happy. Can I do with them? That I suffered physical violence, that the son-in-law they still proudly boast around sick guys, actually not over? Sometimes I want to scream, wanted the rebels to fight against him, wants to divorce, even like to use the death to end this miserable life, but all the rest is just silence. I dare not face the disruption, I don't dare to wear a divorced woman, I still want my baby to have a really warm, I fear my parents will shock ...

There is too much fear live cause now I still can't escape the shadow of him. Sometimes I wonder whether my anguish is suffered is because of my cowardice and weakness of themselves.=