I woke up, it was Monday. i woke up too Raymond crying, once again. i ran to his room. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" i yelled, my husband, Cylus, was picking up my son, and throwing him back into his crib, i could tell he was hurting him. "relaxxxx! i'm just playing with our baby!!" he said. "AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING? THATS NOT PLAYING! CLEARLY YOUR HURTING HIM!" i screamed at Cylus. He got mad. he dropped the baby on the floor and said "take car of this dumb fuck yourself then, retard." i was stunned. i picked up raymond. "are you okay baby?" he would not stop crying, so i let Kayla and Johnny stay home from there kindergarten and pre-k. My mom, is 50, so whenever i need her to take care of my kids, she can. i took Raymond to a doctor, just because he would not stop crying and it was a whole thing. "no broken bones, i think he's good! just maybe give him extra rest and some ice packs!" ICE PACKS? you sound like my nurse in middle school, oh shit, speaking of middle school.
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Romansthis story is about 27 year old woman named Winter. She met the love of my life in middle school. She had three kids with him. here are the kids : Kayla, girl, 7 years old, Johnny, boy, 5 years old, and Raymond, boy, 2 years old. Winters "love of...
