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| At the age of 25, we seperated for awhile after he finished his counseling and anger management classes, we got back together, I was hoping that the abuse would finally stop. It did for awhile, things seemed to be going good for us once again. | ||||||||||||
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| At 26, I was pregnant with my daughter, again he seemed very excited about having another baby, But then he drastically changed, he was very moody, his temper was uncontrollable and he was actually treating me like a slave instead of a wife. He would not do anything for himself, I had to do everything for him, get his coffee, get him the tv remote, get his cigarettes, run his bath water, get him a towel, get his clothes ready for work the next day, and if I did not do these things for him he would shove me around the house or drag me by the hair and tell me that he owns me and that where ever he is standing is head quarters and that if he tells me to jump I am suppose to say how high. He never helped me with the babies either, I had to care for 2 babies and do things for him too, I did not have anytime for myself or be able to do things that I wanted to do or that needed to be done. He would not pay alot of attention to the babies, and when ever his parents called and wanted to take the babies for the day or even over night he would tell his parents ok we will bring them over to you, But, yet when ever my parents called and wanted to take the babies, he would tell me no, my parents were never allowed to have the babies for a day or over night |
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