Until When ..... With Patience

The Story

We met by chance on Facebook. We went out for a while, I fell in love (but he wasn't the eternally cold man and at a distance, he obviously didn't show his feelings that much or he was just like that. I slowly moved to live with them, but I was on thorns as if I had invited myself. The first few months everything seemed to be fine, we agreed to make repairs on our floor. I went to work to earn more I bought furniture (stove, washing machine, etc. things. And my kindness began to take advantage of me (his sister poured a basket with the clothes in front of our door, the clothes sat on the stretcher for 3 days and waited for me, we slept and she entered her room. I tried to warn her with good speech, I tried and it doesn't work badly. And he himself began to hint, came ass way to see, gathering guests at home to drink, his father used ugly words walk fuck, go so you don't miss it to be fucked by someone. Two people are together to hear each other, to support each other in making decisions together, it just allows him to interfere with others. I loved him very much, I endured for 2 years, and it was just fun for him to come home from work, to undress with dads of brandy and steaks, her neighbor, someone else. On a sea urchin, on a fish, and for me to stay obediently at home, it even counts to me what time I went out with a friend. Nothing happens to you, you will go to your mother if you do not want to give birth to my child. I AM ALREADY AT HOME MY PATIENCE IS OVER. From now on, it's a pity for my shattered dreams, for the pain, for my tears. and it was just fun for him to get home from work, to undress with dads of brandy and steaks, her neighbor, someone else. On a sea urchin, on a fish, and for me to stay obediently at home, it even counts to me what time I went out with a friend. Nothing happens to you, you will go to your mother if you do not want to give birth to my child. I AM ALREADY AT HOME MY PATIENCE IS OVER. From now on, it's a pity for my shattered dreams, for the pain, for my tears. and it was just fun for him to get home from work, to undress with dads of brandy and steaks, her neighbor, someone else. On a sea urchin, on a fish, and for me to stay obediently at home, it even counts to me what time I went out with a friend. Nothing happens to you, you will go to your mother if you do not want to give birth to my child. I AM ALREADY AT HOME MY PATIENCE IS OVER. From now on, it's a pity for my shattered dreams, for the pain, for my tears.

Last Updated
August 08, 2020
Author:
atleastimfunny

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