today my abusive husband made me cook her spaghetti
we may have had a beautiful wedding, but things have turned ugly since then…
as stephan looked on, i was first forced to do the dishes
there were too many harsh memories and the thought of filling a pot with water made me think of my blessed childhood…
all day i'm bending over and slaving to fill my husband's insatiable needs. why won't she just love me?!
slave slave slave over a hot stove!
i have my coping mechanisms…
after a bit of beating from my hubby, i'm feeling right as rain. she says she loves me, so i believe her.
then i dressed up like christopher walken and flew around my room.
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