marsh

I met him in the crossing of friends. My Hanai "adopted or like family" Mandy shared friends with him. At the time I had no idea but he was dating a girl. Apparently he broke it off days before we started dating. She just refused to move on. They crashed all types of problems. About 4 months into our relationship. He started to show his true colors. We had done some grown people things. He went to work. I stayed home with my son. He came home early accusing me of cheating on him. He checked my privates and felt the findings from that morning. I told him I hadn't had a chance to shower yet and it's from him. He didn't believe me. Then I went to the bathroom. I leaned over to wash my face. We were still arguing. He kicked me and my pelvic hit the corner of my sink. I imediately started bleeding. So I rushed to the hospital. I had a small fracture in my pelvic. Not big enough for them to be able to successfully do anything to fix it. They also told me I was once again pregnant. Except there was going to be a lot of complications. Needless to say but I did not tell him. Instead I broke up with him. I figured a clean break would be best. If he can hit me. He will definitely hit my baby. So once I returned home. I packed up all his things and left it outside by my front door. I made sure it was fully protected from rain. Then I had the office change my locks. A few weeks had gone by. I found out he was already cheating on me. The day we broke up. He took that girl home to meet his family. She told them they were together for almost 3 months. She had no idea about me. His mom asked about me. Then called me over. I went because I respected his mom. She had a kind heart. I had no idea he was there. I was already showing. I wasn't even 3 months yet. I guess it's because it was my 3rd pregnancy in 2 years. My body hadn't had a chance to go back to normal yet. So I wore a baggy hoodie that fit like a dress. To help hide my belly. Which did not help in any way. The doctors believed it would be best if I had an abortion. As this time I might not survive birth. So I went ahead and scheduled it. I was under so much stress and sadness. I was about to kill a child of mine. I believe that it's murder. I'm sorry that's just how I feel. It's not just murder of a baby. It also murders a part of your heart and soul. The emotional trauma that comes with it is crazy. The grief alone was very heavy. So I decided to drink with them. I met his "new" girl. I told her not to worry about me. Though I dated him. I had connections with his family belt I even knew him. I was good friends with his baby sister. Who I adored because she was the sweetest thing. She was friends with my next door neighbors daughter. Who I was super close to. However she was in love with marshes little brother and was best friends with his little sister. My neighbor was also my cousin. So I ended up getting really close to his family long belt I knew him. Anyway while I was busy drowning my sorrow with his mom. I had fell over. My hoodie which up until your moment. Did great at hiding my tummy. Well it got stuck on something and ripped. Exposing my very pregnant belly. Everyone saw. The music died down. The party died so quickly. His gf asked how far I was. I told her nothing. His mom called me to her room. The gf listened at the door. I'm pretty sure as drunk as I was. It wouldn't have mattered cause I was probably screaming it. I was 2 months 3 weeks pregnant. Next thing I knew I heard screaming, door slamming and tires screeching. Marsh came in sweating he's never going to hurt me again.