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This is not at all where i thought i would be at by 36.
Here i am, a fat loaf lying on a bed i share with an abusive husband, comfort nursing my 3 year old son while he insists on tearing at one of my only two comfortable bras and stretching out my shirt... while he hits and kicks me intermittently.
If i discipline him, he bites down.
I hate being a mom to this monster.