Wedding night ' drug ' of girls more than 30 years married new

At the Agency, I always isolated. The sister or you own age then all day meeting each other tell stories my husband, young children, I speak not. Those of you I have taken my husband, so busy don't play, chat with me.

When I got home, my parents urging married. Even my mom, go around the coast, cutting ties for his daughter.

I gradually felt the loneliness and sick of living single. I desire to want a shoulder to lean on those weak at heart. By the way, who introduced the clues I hurried away. But that nobody wanted the procession I go at all. So, when my husband now hinted, I'm happy to agree right now that don't need to investigate, learn in depth about the House.

You work in a Bank, good-looking appearance and has been a life of his wife. At the new met, I don't understand why a person like him to be his wife. When taken together the new understanding about me, she can't resist maltreatment on his bed.

Our wedding was held is simple and cozy. Moments of happiness are you wearing wedding rings on the hand in front of relatives and friends I'll never forget. The day officially become his woman, I do not hide the thrill. That day, I was prepared quite carefully to have a sweet wedding night with her husband.

But everything's not as I imagined. Wedding night, my husband pushed the door groggy stepped in. Not to say that no, he picked me up and tufa lilugu throw down the bed. As hungry Wolf, he frantically to shock unleashed and tear the mid-air bed skirt I'm wearing. I've become a woman like that with scrapes, bites tear of her husband. Wife beating is done, you roll out the nature of sleep, snoring home wine. Look at the piece of underwear torn describes the Macintosh, I cried the same panic sobbed, excruciating pain.

Early the next morning, I woke up in the arms of her husband. He gently call me up, saying I just sleep if too tired. I could not believe this man did anyone last night. When I woke up, full of scuffs. Drug body, to the extent that when looking in the mirror I can't recognize her anymore.

The night came, my husband like a crazy guys, eyes always red stripes. You treat me rough. When scraping, cutting his wife enough, he took the hair, hit me.

I fear these when near her husband, but can not refuse. He folded a hundred times stronger. Shame, humiliation of the mistreatment but I don't dare tell anyone. In front of people, I was lucky to get a husband "nghẻ delicious", but one knows behind the marriage is scary ghosts. I always have to wear a high-neck shirt, long sleeve even in hot summer to conceal the scrapes, bruises by her husband created.

After the husband and wife fellatio, I panic and almost exhausted. Know can not endure much anymore, I frankly talking to you. Initially he vows not so anymore but later things still happen. Many nights were tormenting husband in bed I cry. Don't know this tragic life will last much longer. Whether that should I divorce before marrying was 2 months?=