So the months go on. He breaks up with me, he takes me back. He accuses me of cheating, I cry all night, every night. He calls me a liar, I cry all of the time. The month of August I get pregnant. I was 6 or 7 weeks along, I haven't gone to the doctor yet. I knew something was wrong, because I wasn't very sick. For 2-3 days he was really putting his crap on me, I was shaking like a leaf, couldn't eat and always crying. I miscarried. It was the saddest I have ever felt. He took very good care of me while I was miscarrying. He took care of the kids for me and made sure I had a heating pad and pain meds. It didn't last long. I got better. I buried the embryo on the side of my house and I prayed. I didn't tell him. It broke my heart knowing I had lost a baby. He found out, because I couldn't lie to him, he saw right through me and he always thought I was up to something. Here we go again...he was calling me names, pissed off because I did it without him, calling me more bad names. He told me to get out of his house. All I did was sit there and take it, and cry. He didn't care. All he cared about was himself. Then about 30 minutes later he apologized and I accepted it because I didn't want to loose him (yeah I know, what was I thinking?). Days went on same old thing, fighting, arguing, him pulling me around by my shirt, name calling. Sure there were good and wonderful days and that is why I stayed and kept going back, because of those days, even though the bad days outweighed the good ones. In November I became pregnant again. We had went our separate ways for a few days. But I still wanted to be with him and marry him...
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