The girls were growing like weeds and passing all regular mild stones. They started drinking from sippy cups, but still won’t give up the boob. They started eating real food and played with Ronan daily. They were both almost walking and could both say Dada and Mama. I loved them, but still held resentment for them.
I got treated like s**t every day. Beat and abused. Ronan never used protection and I wasn’t allowed to leave to get birth control. Lola has told me twice I was pregnant, but due to almost daily beatings I lost both. I’m so glad I didn’t have to go through another pregnancy with the man I despise.
The day the girls turned 1 was a pretty good day. Ronan was nice to me and I didn’t get any abuse that day. That was until we took a family photo. Bethany waited until we
