6 months later
Nooo stop Paul I cried as we fought in the living room. All three boys watched him chase me around the room. Paul had been home 6 months and was straight tripping after 3.
He was diagnosed with PTSD. He was crazy as f**k. He had started abusing me maybe two months ago and I couldn't understand why. Mentally abusing me and now physically and sexually.
Paul please stop I cried as he pulled my shirt. Please I'm sorry please I begged as all 3 kids cried. Please don't hit me please I cried covering my face as he ripped my shirt off my body.
I had went to work this morning and came home 10 mins late and he was finna beat my ass for them 10 mins that he said I was cheating.
Can I please just put the kids to sleep before we do this I cried as he looked down at me. Please Paul
