Okay so I have just found out that my husband has fucked AT LEAST 11 hookers whilst I was at home with our brand new baby. Because I fucking ruined his life because my dad died. (His words not mine) boo fucking hoo.for him.

I was going through said phone. Because I have recently learnt that my husband is a fucking liar, as he fucked one of our female friends in our spare room. I thought I could forgive him for this because trauma does fucked up things to people.

I'm not looking for advise to leave. I'm planning on doing that shit. I'm fucking miserable though. I wasn't paying attention because my dad was murdered on Christmas, and then I was fucking pregnant. This my bromos is the worst moment ever. I can't bring myself to tell anyone. I really need to work out my moves, and I'm super hurt. I want to scream into the void.

This is a throw away account because my husband follows my main.

Update

So for all of you lovely women. Two years ago I made this post, and it took grit and determination and a lot of pretending on my part, but I wanted to let you all know. My baby is now 3, my dad’s trial for his murder is now over. I left that son of a b*#ch (he did kick me out) as a it was his home and he paid for it yayayay. Same old story. But I’m free for anyone that wanted to know, and I’m happy. For anyone still stuck in an abusive home, hold tight you can do it. I did it with so much going against me. I promise it does get better, especially away from them. I have no parents, no support, and I didn’t have any dollars either. But I got away. 🥂