Why!?!
Things seemed to be going so well. And now he goes and pulls this shit. I'm so sick of him thinking I should have to stay at home all the time, that I shouldn't be able to have friends. The fuck even pawned my engagement ring, and the promise ring that he had got me before that. WTF?!?!
Why should I stay? God, if only I could've made myself leave the last time. But why couldn't I? Maybe I care about him a little to much. I know he can't care about me. He doesn't have any fucking idea how to love anyone. I know that much. DAMNIT! I stay with this fuck because I don't want to go live with my grandma back in Virginia.. And I don't have anyone else. I hate my life.
Update:
Not married, no kids, my family lives in Virginia and they were abusive to me. I don't mind my boyfriend having friends. I just wish he would let me have friends. He has tons of friends. And I feel like I have no one. My neighbor Carla tried being my friend, and he didn't like it. Told me that she was a whore and that she would try to fix me up with someone she met online. And I don't think that's what she was up to. She just knew I didn't have any friends. I am almost always at home. When I'm not at home, I'm at my boyfriends moms house most probably. What kind of life is this?