Let me tell you a story. Six years ago, when I was twenty. I got married to husband number one, admist pomp and pageantry. I smiled, laughed, blushed and cried. Of course I had to cry, I was getting married. I was leaving my family, except that they had only done one good thing to me. Push me everyday. Push me to study economics, push me to marry husband number one, push me to get pregnant, push me to stay in an abusive marriage. Husband number one, whose name I won't mention, held my hand for the first time at our wedding dinner. He had smiled down at me with his absolutely innocent face. At that point I thought I had found respite from the strain on me from my parents. I thought it was all over. One tip about him;He looks innocent, has soft looks that draw you in, that hold you spell bound. He has this brown eyes, those eyes pull you in. They let let you in on his 'innocen
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