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Things were relatively good after our vacation. We were living our lives as any other married couple would. Within a few weeks after returning from vacation, I found out I was pregnant again. When Spank was made aware of this, he reacted the way he always did; a simple ok.
Shortly after this things, of course, started deteriorating again. He slowly checked out emotionally and I began feeling the weight of being duped yet again. How could I keep letting myself go through this? He clearly likes to play a game to get what he wants so why do I keep falling for it? At this point my mother stepped up and began encouraging me to find my strength and stop letting him bully me. That’s exactly what he was doing. I was trained to accept his constant complaints and had even began believing the mess he was spewing. He constantly degraded my cooking saying it was akin to dog food. If I forgot something I was stupid. I was nasty and unwomanly when I complained about his inability to at least pick up behind himself. I was expected to clean up every little thing behind him. He would open beer bottles and throw the tops on the floor. He would get a slice of cheese and leave the wrapper on the counter. If he opened the cabinet he never closed it back. His clothes were strewn all over the house. I was expected to be the maid and when I rebelled he pounced on me. If I was tired or sick he didn’t help out around the house or with the kids. I felt like his employee that was being micro managed. When he gave me a task, he checked on my progress throughout the day. I was starting to believe I was stupid, unattractive, nasty, and unclean. No matter what I did to try and appease him it never worked. He always found something to complain about.
It was approximately two months after our vacation and I had enough. It never mattered what I wanted or how I felt and the day he put his daughters opinion over mine was the day I left. He asked my opinion and then turned around and asked his daughter her opinion and decided to do what she wanted. Although this was something we (him and I) were supposed to be doing together. How she got involved I’ll never know. He accused me of being simple, envious and jealous of him and his daughter. I’d finally had enough of his drama and accepted the fact that my marriage was failure.
I packed up all my and the baby’s belongings and left. I had no where else to go so I went back home with my parents and that’s where we stayed. We settled in our room and I began working on getting over him. I had another little one to worry about and all the stress and turmoil wouldn’t be good for the pregnancy. He called later that night and I simply said: