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"I've been through hell and came out an angel, nigga you didn't break me. You don't own that kind of power,"
- Marie Leanna Brown
Marie is married but does she wanna be? Everyone thinks her marriage is amazing but don't know...
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-𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞-
I woke up next to the man I thought I loved. After all the abuse I still stayed. Every time I breathe he has a problem. Everybody sees the good on the outside but doesn't know the bad on the inside.
I've cried so much over the years that I'm numb to the pain. I got out of the bed then turned on the shower. While sitting under the shower head I just let my thoughts roam. Why am I still here?
Is this my punishment or something?
I want to leave but to be honest I'm scared. Every time I say I want to leave he threatens me. After my shower I put on some regular clothes then grabbed my laptop and sat down.
I searched up some building's for the business I want to start. I love doing hair, makeup, and nails. Instead of picking only one, I decided to do all of them. When I get my own business Im gonna to call it Marie's Beauty Parlor.
I wanted a place were instead of getting only one thing done you get everything done. I also did piercings and spas. I love making people feel very beautiful. My favorite was doing nails.
I'm very creative with my art work.
I then found one that fit me perfectly, I looked at all the rooms that were in the building. I looked at the price and it was surprisingly only 100,000 dollars. I called up the realtor and asked if I could meet them.
The man said I could meet him on Monday. I checked my schedule and saw that I was free then.
I had worked in a salon but it wasn't much, especially since I had to pay for my chair. More than half of my earnings were going to the shop and I didn't like that.
I was almost done with searching for other products, when my husband came downstairs. I was gonna make breakfast in a minute.
Why does it feel like I want to throw up or something when I say that?
"Why isn't breakfast ready?" He asked with a stern tone.
"I was abou—" He cut me off.
"It's okay because apparently you are retarded. I told you to have my breakfast ready and done by time I got downstairs. This is an old routine Marie,"
"No you didn't , I didn't hear you sa—"
"It don't fucking matter, you shoulda already made up in your mind that you were gonna cook breakfast for me." He cut me off again.
