Another Life
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For many months my marriage has been on rocky ground.
My husband was cheating on me... And there was nothing I could do to help myself, short of killing myself.
Each week he would bring a new toy into our home, OUR home.
And each time I felt myself slipping further from reality. I loved him, still love him... But what's the point? If he doesn't love me...
It wasn't always like this.
This story is something I wrote for school. Characters are mine, plot also belongs to me, and off to the story we go!
WARNING! May contain foul language. Hints to suicide.
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