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She was home alone with her kids, she had 3 and they were like stair steps, ages 2, 3, & 4, it had all happened so fast, one day she was relishing the carefree romance and new relationship headed towards marriage. The next thing she knew she was a tired married mother of 3, where did the time go? She no longer had the time for herself, her days were spent cleaning up after kids, changing diapers, potty training, teaching them the abc’s and how to count and making sure the house was spotless and dinner was on the table for when HE got home.
Everything had to be perfect, the kids had to be perfect, they had to be clean, and they had to be quiet when he got home. He barely spent any time with them when he got home, he preferred to sit in front of the TV where he could have a couple of drinks while she got the table set, got the kids fed and served him his dinner. After dinner he would return to watch TV while she cleaned up the kitchen, bathed the kids, and put them to bed.
He loved her so much that he couldn’t wait to ravage her, nightly. He sometimes couldn’t contain his desire for her, he would insist the kids cry themselves to sleep without her, but she needed to take her place in their bed, he had his needs, he needed her too. He needed her badly; he would take her over and over and over, every night. She would protest that she was tired and she knew better, after all as he was fond of reminding her, she didn’t have a job. He was the one that had a job, he took care of all of them, she had the whole day off at home with the kids. Staying at home was not a job.
The panties. That was a big mistake on her part, her birthday had just passed and her sister had given her panties and bras and a couple of blouses. She forgot to tell him about the gift and she was wearing a new pair of panties, of course he had never seen them. He began ranting at her about them, who was she wearing them for, why was she wearing them, who gave them to her, then he hit her, and he took her, over and over and over again. He hadn’t let her get a word in edgewise, he was outside of himself, he was letting her know she was a dirty slut, a tramp, a whore and if she wanted to get fucked with her sexy little panties he would fuck her, over and over and over again.
Disclaimer**Given the nature of the books I have been reading lately I am inspired to write a few short stories revisiting parts of my life that included episodes of domestic violence….I will be calling this series “The Ex Files” very clever right….lol….I thought so….it will be an amalgamation of my personal experiences steeped with those of others that I was very close to. The parallels are uncanny in some instances….but the patterns of abusers and abusees are almost always the same…it’s like the same behaviors are either taught to the next generation or there are some secret classes being held somewhere in some secret location.**