So, I broke the first rule of domestic bliss the other day, and the photographic evidence is in this blog's banner: I hit my woman in the face. Fuck. Now I have to make sure that she covers it up before she leaves the house, to prevent "inquiries". Like it's anybody else's business if I DEFEND MYSELF in my own home.
That's right: defense.
I'm not a woman-beater by desire. It's by NECESSITY.
That bitch is dangerous.
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