Oh how I hate you.
Just straight being a liar from the beginning. Everything and I mean everything stems from just that one lie. It ruined trust with me.
Also, girls that were molested are always damaged goods. Y’all pretend It didn’t happen, or that it wasn’t that bad, or perhaps you think you deserved it. Either way, it gives you issues you will bring into relationships no matter how hard you try not to. That's why I’m vehemently against cho mo's and kiddie diddlers. They should burn.
Like the first time I know you lied to me about being raped by your drug dealer. You had no physical signs that rape had happened nor did you call the police. What I can only assume happened is that he was probably one of your fuck buddies. He was used to banging you when you went to pick up so you fucked him and possibly felt guilty because we were starting a relationship. I don't know if you remember when we told each other that we hadn't been with anyone since we started doing it, except you and the drug dealer guy fucked at least 1 time. I mean your story (You got your shit and he pinned you down on the bed and proceeded to fuck you till he passed out.) was horrible I should have walked right then.
How did you get naked? Your clothes weren’t destroyed. You didn’t have bruising anywhere like neck or wrists. No skin under your nails, no blood at all. One would assume that you would have put up a struggle, yet there were no signs. I’ve felt your wrath. You would have at least bloodied his lip. I mean, it was hard enough to get you naked and fuck even when you supposedly wanted to. There’s no way there would be NO signs. How on God’s green Earth did you get naked? Those jeans you would wear were tight, hard as fuck to get off. You’re telling me that during the two handed cluster cluck that getting your pants off entails that you couldn’t fight back? FUCK YOU! You stopped me from banging you by holding your legs together. Yeah, they only come apart when you want them to. A rapist would just beat you till you opened them. Yours just magically opened to allow him access. Notice how once again I mentioned defensive injuries or your lack of them but you would fight with me to drop off a hat yet he managed to RAPE you without so much as a scratch. I just don't understand how you women lie about some serious shit like that. Rape victim's struggle. You just laid there and let him finish and pass out that might be considered consent. I mean no fighting no screaming bloody murder or perhaps RAPE? Things that make you go hmmm. Or just total bullshit on your part. I can't even fathom why you would say that to me. That shit haunts me to this very day.
You took my one and only chance for a successful 1st marriage. I don't know what kind of bullshit you tell yourself so that you can live with yourself. You lied to start our marriage. Not me. We could have worked out pretty much anything. If only we had honesty. All the crap you had bottled up inside was the reason I asked. It’s not my fault that you had all that shit happen to you. But it is your fault that you didn't have enough respect for me to tell me what happened before we got married. That's on you. It's not like you had to give me the particulars. All you had to do is tell me that something did happen when you were younger. And then we could have figured out where to go from there. Counseling perhaps? Perhaps we would have broken up. No one knows and you never gave me a chance . Things would have turned out quite differently. I loved you soooo much. Now there's nothing but hate and animosity.
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