Jan 15, 2019
I married a rapist. I married an abuser. I cut off all my friends and family because I loved him, and I didn’t listen to their advice. I cried all throughout my wedding day, but my facebook and instagram photos are #goals. I become a liar to justify these acts. I told everybody I have ptsd from a household of abuse, when the most punishment I ever went through was being grounded once. I became manipulative and cold. Aesthetic is now more important than morals to me. I want to have children with someone who raped his sister multiple times. I think I made a good decision. I work 50 hours in a week so he can sit on his ass with no job and play csgo all day. I think we are perfect for eachother. Don’t you agree?
