He left, he left me alone after doing what he can to me. I felt so depraved and humiliated. I was treated just like a w***e would by my own husband. He just finished and found himself clothes and left. Just like that he left, with my legs still hanging in the air. The aftershocks of my o****m making my whole body tremble.
It wasn't entirely my o****m making me tremble so much, it was the heart wrecking sobs that were coming from deep within me that made me shake like a leaf on a tree in the autumn breeze.
Placing a finger on why I was really crying was a difficult one. But in my heart that felt like a goodbye and I need you to hate me stunt. No sense! But it did, it did make a lot of sense. It made a lot of sense that I was crying over the loss of my husband when I haven't at all lost hi
