My name is Stacy and I'm 30, my husband's name is Jack and he's 35.
We live on our little farm of 200 acres. Our neighbours are quite a fair way away.
My husband is always doing some kind of job around the house, he only appears for dinner or sleep. I never see him anymore besides those times.
But I'm okay with it, I have my horses and animals who keep me company. I love them, if I didn't have them I would be bored every single day.
I'm pretty sure my husband hates me, although he has never said it, his body language says it all
Well this is where my story starts.
Hope you like it.
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Cowboy's hate
RomanceHe was my husband, yet he hated me. I have no clue what I did. I was nice, I fed him, looked after him. Still he hated me. I wonder what did it.
