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Learned Behaviour
His dad was abusive. Violent. And his father before him.
Once he asked his dad for money for a field trip and his dad threw him into a wall so hard he went through the drywall and ended up in his sister's closet.
He wasn't born with these skills.
His mother told him when he was in highschool that regardless of what happened, she would always back her husband over him.
He wasn't born cold.
I know exactly where he comes from.
When I met him, he lived with his folks in one of the small towns just outside of the city in which I live. It's a pretty cute town, but as you can imagine, I have some complicated feelings toward it.
Yesterday I spent some time there reading by the water. I've decided I will make peace with it. I will also spend time there, if I please, and not cower away from the prospect of running in to his parents or his sisters.
I am not ashamed, and I will not hide.
Is it any wonder?
TW - self harm
When he was in his early teens, he confessed to his parents that he had urges to hurt himself. He wanted to take one of his hunting knives and plunge it into his gut.
I’m not a mother, so maybe I don’t know, but if my kid came up to me and told me he was having a hard time not gutting himself, I’m pretty sure we’d be dropping everything and going to the hospital to get some professional help.
They took away his hunting knives. That’s it.
I know we’re supposed to avoid harbouring sympathy for our abusers, but goddam it, he didn’t stand a chance.
Is it any wonder?
TW - self harm
When he was in his early teens, he confessed to his parents that he had urges to hurt himself. He wanted to take one of his hunting knives and plunge it into his gut.
I’m not a mother, so maybe I don’t know, but if my kid came up to me and told me he was having a hard time not gutting himself, I’m pretty sure we’d be dropping everything and going to the hospital to get some professional help.
They took away his hunting knives. That’s it.
Mother of the Year
His sister really struggled with depression and suicidal ideation in her early teens. It was very inconvenient for his parents.
His mother made him check on his sister sometimes “to make sure she hadn’t killed herself” because she just “couldn’t stomach it” anymore.
I .. just... what?
The first time I ever heard the n word used in person, it was at his family’s dinner table.
I was dumbfounded.
I have (admittedly) less than treated ADD/ADHD, I manage, and have never been on meds for it. I have better and worse days, and overall manage to cope fairly well day-to-day.
My MiL for some reason feels the need to tell me that I "really need to go get a prescription" for whatever her child is on (I'm not even sure about all of said child's diagnoses, but many are different from mine.)
And NGL I kinda hate it??? Like... I really don't want some woman who barely treats me or her son with any decency to be telling me what meds I do or don't need. Also like... My disability is none of her business, and neither is whatever medications I would want or need for it. And, again, I manage pretty okay in day-to-day life without it. I'm working on some areas to improve, but like... Dude.
I was having my partner's family over for the holiday meal. I hadn't met most of them yet. I made some small talk as they arrived, but spent most of the time in the kitchen. My partner hosted, and I was doing the cooking. As I was prepping, an uncle came in. Flirted with me in a creepy tone. Slid his hands under my dress and fingered me as he called me a good catch for his nephew. I held back moans but I was getting so wet in his hands. He suckled my neck, pinched my nipples through my apron, and when I came silently in his hands he called me a good slut. Grabbed a few bottles of wine from the fridge and casually walked out. Stunned, and needy, I composed myself and got the food in the oven. Another uncle entered. Backed me into a corner until I was kneeling in front of him. Pushed his cock in my mouth and I sucked him obediently. He grunted and swore, praising me as a nice soft mouth to fuck. I opened my throat for him, rubbing my clit and moaning softly. He held the back of my head while pumping cum down my throat, thanking me. I swallowed it all, panting and drooling when he pulled away. He took a platter of appetizers out to the group as he left me on the floor. I caught my breath and checked the progress in the oven, and again a guest walked in. My future brother-in-law. He was already stroking his cock as he approached me, on my knees, facing away from him. Shaking with arousal, I felt him pull my panties aside and his cock pushed slowly inside me. I groaned softly until he put his fingers in my mouth. Thrusting deep and grunting in my ear how easy it was to fuck me, how wet I was getting being used in my own kitchen. I sucked his fingers mindlessly, pushing back into his hips, whimpering when he pulled out and came all over my ass. His load pooled on the floor under my shaking legs. He also took a platter of food out with him. I began cleaning up the floor. In walked the youngest cousin, just started college. Before I could properly present myself he was behind me, fingering cum into my asshole. I shivered and arched my back for him. He pressed his cock slowly inside, groaning with me, and soon he fucked my ass deep and called me a good slut. Stroking my clit while thrusting. I squirmed in pleasure on the floor, feeling him stretch me open, clenching down as he made me cum. He pulled out of my quivering asshole, painting my ass and pussy with his load as I came. Catching his breath, he pulled the food out of the oven for me and walked out. Covered in cum and trembling on the floor, I waited a few minutes, but no one else came in. I went to my room, cleaned myself up, got a new dress, and went back to serve dinner to my guests. My fiancee watched me proudly, while everyone who'd used me in the kitchen acted as though nothing happened. He escorted them all out after the meal, and I began clearing the food. Until my fiancee walked up in front of me, bulge throbbing against my clit, kissing my lips, neck, chest. Calling me a good girl, letting his family use my pretty holes. I whimpered, embarrassed. He slid a hand into my panties, stroking and fingering my used pussy, moaning at how wet I still was. How ready my little cunt always was. I sat on the edge of the table, he eased his cock inside me and swore as he sank into my soft pussy. I dripped wetness down my ass onto the floor. I moaned as he filled me, thrusting deep and hard, reminding me why I had agreed to marry him. He called me his hot wife, the best pussy any of them ever had. He fucked me against the dining table until I was on the verge of cumming, pulled out, and pushed inside my ass. I cried out, cumming as he gently fucked me, as he called me a good girl, taking his cock so deep after taking his whole family. How he'd let anyone fuck me, but only he could cum inside me. I felt him dive inside, throbbing ropes of cum deep in my ass. Then pull out and push back inside my pussy, flooding my cunt with more. Reclaimed, panting, used, and full of cum, he smiled at me and kissed me.
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