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Things were going amazing, our adopted daughter, Shylo, is a year and a half old. She's taking steps, saying small words, laughing all day.. She's just .. Incredible.
But as our baby grows, and everybody's smiling at the happiness they've been witnessing, the secrets behind the closet, just keep growing.
For about a year now, Syn, who used to go by the name of Brian now prefers Syn, has been sleeping around. I know this because I've caught him many a time. But the problem is, he's the one making the money, if I was to leave him, Shylo would have to go with him, and because of the way he is, he wouldn't let me see her. I've been trying to talk to Syn about the way he's been making me feeling recently, but everytime I bring the topic up, I get the backhand of the year.
It's not just when I bring up the sleeping around topic, its when I just generally don't please him. If my sex isn't great, or the food isn't where it should be, or if I've missed a spot mowing the lawn, it always results in a beating.
"Zacky!" I heard Syn screaming, as he stormed on up the hallway, the walls were shattering, photo frames almost falling out of place. He was storming.
"Y-Yeah?" I held Shylo for protection, he never ever would lay a hand on me infront of her. And this he knew was my shield. I felt terrible, using an 18-month-old baby as a shield.
He glared at me. "What have you been saying to Matt?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, I actually was confused.
He threw a piece of paper at me, I picked it up.
Syn,
You're probably thinking I'm in no position to be butting into your relationship with Zacky. BUt Zacky is one of my best friends in the whole world, and to see him getting hurt by you, not only hurts me, but actually makes me wonder why I still talk to you.
I love you too man, but this seriously has to stop. And if you don't stop it with your own hands, I will.
Matt.
My jaw dropped. "Syn I swear I didn't tell him that!"
"Shylo, go play outside for a minute." He didn't take his eyes off me. I gulped.
"Syn, I promise you.. It must have been the bruise on my face that gave it off!" I explained.
"Oh so you went out in public with a bruise on your face when I demanded you didn't? Shylo - Outside." She jumped down from me and ran outside, to play on the swings.
"I had to buy something." I stumbled back as he walked closer.
He grabbed the colar of my shirt and pulled it up. "Are you sure you didn't fucking tell him? You've got one last chance to tell me the truth."
"I swear on Shylo's life I didn't!" I started crying. He whacked me across the face.
"Stop the fucking tears you stupid pussy. You've got 24 hours to convince him he got the story wrong before the entire neighbourhood finds out and you're fucking dead!" He stormed away.
I wiped my eyes. I love him, but he so cruel and heartless sometimes.
But as our baby grows, and everybody's smiling at the happiness they've been witnessing, the secrets behind the closet, just keep growing.
For about a year now, Syn, who used to go by the name of Brian now prefers Syn, has been sleeping around. I know this because I've caught him many a time. But the problem is, he's the one making the money, if I was to leave him, Shylo would have to go with him, and because of the way he is, he wouldn't let me see her. I've been trying to talk to Syn about the way he's been making me feeling recently, but everytime I bring the topic up, I get the backhand of the year.
It's not just when I bring up the sleeping around topic, its when I just generally don't please him. If my sex isn't great, or the food isn't where it should be, or if I've missed a spot mowing the lawn, it always results in a beating.
"Zacky!" I heard Syn screaming, as he stormed on up the hallway, the walls were shattering, photo frames almost falling out of place. He was storming.
"Y-Yeah?" I held Shylo for protection, he never ever would lay a hand on me infront of her. And this he knew was my shield. I felt terrible, using an 18-month-old baby as a shield.
He glared at me. "What have you been saying to Matt?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, I actually was confused.
He threw a piece of paper at me, I picked it up.
Syn,
You're probably thinking I'm in no position to be butting into your relationship with Zacky. BUt Zacky is one of my best friends in the whole world, and to see him getting hurt by you, not only hurts me, but actually makes me wonder why I still talk to you.
I love you too man, but this seriously has to stop. And if you don't stop it with your own hands, I will.
Matt.
My jaw dropped. "Syn I swear I didn't tell him that!"
"Shylo, go play outside for a minute." He didn't take his eyes off me. I gulped.
"Syn, I promise you.. It must have been the bruise on my face that gave it off!" I explained.
"Oh so you went out in public with a bruise on your face when I demanded you didn't? Shylo - Outside." She jumped down from me and ran outside, to play on the swings.
"I had to buy something." I stumbled back as he walked closer.
He grabbed the colar of my shirt and pulled it up. "Are you sure you didn't fucking tell him? You've got one last chance to tell me the truth."
"I swear on Shylo's life I didn't!" I started crying. He whacked me across the face.
"Stop the fucking tears you stupid pussy. You've got 24 hours to convince him he got the story wrong before the entire neighbourhood finds out and you're fucking dead!" He stormed away.
I wiped my eyes. I love him, but he so cruel and heartless sometimes.
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