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Lying about loss of money:
I lied to my wife and family for years about all the money I lost and now we are flat broke and I lost my job. Things are really f-d up. I came clean in December and was headed in the right direction financially until my company downsized and I lost my job. I’ve done all my family has asked me to do to change my ways, I’ve stopped lying yet we keep having bad luck and I get blamed for ALL of it. My wife beats me to the point of drawing blood and I am so sore I ache for days after my beat down. Today I was blamed because I failed to ask a question clearly…the answer was yes or no and if yes how much?
I cannot take it any more, its been 12 years of verbal and now physical abuse. I feel fortunate that I still have a roof over my head and my younger children don’t hate me. But the constant blame, the beating, the complete demolition of my self-confidence has taken its toll. I am working again but income is not great. but my wife does nothing but sleep in and complain. I know I deserve punishment but I REALLY CANNOT TAKE ANY MORE…every time I see her I start to panic my kids witness this violence. I am ashamed of what I have done, but have only friend for support. I lied to my wife about this problem because I am afraid of her and from our 1st month of marriage she began to show me shoe she really is. A tyrant, always right, physically and verbally abusive b****. The only reason I did not leave was to protect her daughter who I adopted and is an adult now and now hates me. Now I stick around for our younger children…but is this the environment they should grow up in? Watching their father be called a stupid f****** idiot and then be punched and kicked.

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When I was in college my roommate was raped and murdered in a stairwell. I left that school and later completed my degree on line. I lived with my mother.

I had a long time jib working for a cupcake store. One random day a man stopped for a birthday cupcake for his secretary. I asked him if men still had secretaries. He asked if I had an education. Since I had a degree I could be his secretary, the birthday girl was moving.

The company offices had fifty people, mostly male, engineers. The other females were all young, dressed well, fawned over the men. Hired for their looks. I was hired for my looks, 22 blonde.

The man, he wanted a secretary who was affectionate to him. Kiss on the cheek every morning. Wore dresses, a little cleavage. A slap across the a** type of man. He kissed me in his office, felt me up and told me he was coming to my house. I told him I lived with my mother.

He showed up and my mother told me to serve him. He told her he was there for me. He saw me at the cupcake store and decided to marry me.

My mother asked Jim questions, like interviewing him for me. He passed, professional, manager, good job, but how did she know if he could father children. I got married anyways , fingers crossed.

Five years without children. Five years of keeping myself away from him. Five years of this and that girl. He turned 33, I either got pregnant or he would leave me.

Coercion. Blackmail. Forced to comply. It was as awful as I imagined. You only give up your virgin status once. It was awful. What can I say. He repeated it to make sure I got pregnant.

You see, my college roommate was my lover. When I lost her everything ended for me. I married him to please my mother. It’s awful, what can I say. I’m cheating on her memory. This child in me, if I have a girl I will name her after Cristina.

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When I was in college my roommate was raped and murdered in a stairwell. I left that school and later completed my degree on line. I lived with my mother.

I had a long time jib working for a cupcake store. One random day a man stopped for a birthday cupcake for his secretary. I asked him if men still had secretaries. He asked if I had an education. Since I had a degree I could be his secretary, the birthday girl was moving.

The company offices had fifty people, mostly male, engineers. The other females were all young, dressed well, fawned over the men. Hired for their looks. I was hired for my looks, 22 blonde.

The man, he wanted a secretary who was affectionate to him. Kiss on the cheek every morning. Wore dresses, a little cleavage. A slap across the a** type of man. He kissed me in his office, felt me up and told me he was coming to my house. I told him I lived with my mother.

He showed up and my mother told me to serve him. He told her he was there for me. He saw me at the cupcake store and decided to marry me.

My mother asked Jim questions, like interviewing him for me. He passed, professional, manager, good job, but how did she know if he could father children. I got married anyways , fingers crossed.

Five years without children. Five years of keeping myself away from him. Five years of this and that girl. He turned 33, I either got pregnant or he would leave me.

Coercion. Blackmail. Forced to comply. It was as awful as I imagined. You only give up your virgin status once. It was awful. What can I say. He repeated it to make sure I got pregnant.

You see, my college roommate was my lover. When I lost her everything ended for me. I married him to please my mother. It’s awful, what can I say. I’m cheating on her memory. This child in me, if I have a girl I will name her after Cristina.

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