I had stop reading this for a while and recently heard but her leaving him and rush on over to catch up.....
WHEN. I. TELL. YOU. I. CRIED. LIKE. A. NEW. BORN. BABY....
Being as I had plenty of chapters to catch up on the story just flowed and all the hurt and frustration I had from the previous chapter followed into the other one because I didn't need to wait for an update. And let me tell you I could gradually see the decline and hurt and torment my poor baby went through. At one point I honestly laid there tears in my eyes looking up at the ceiling after she had the miscarriage and kept mumbling "my baby my poor baby" Because she was hurting so much and her husband just kept being so hurtful and dismissive. He should be so fking happy he didn't come back that night to find her dead body in the bathtub because if I honestly didn't know that she had left him that's what I initially would have thought.
I dont know about yall but I could see how differently she was drawn to show how she had lost weight, the shine in her eyes were gone, he hair was dull, her clothes were dull. NO ONE MORNED HER BABY Y'ALL...She was so hollow and I just kept crying because she honestly could have died and no one was gonna notice because that damn man kept isolating her and neglecting her and no one else deemed to interfere because of him...
Im still crying writing this tbh and it might seem ridiculous to some but I'm honestly so shaken up I'm gonna go take a nap after this. I love love amazing stories with great plot but GOD DAMN.
I had stop reading this for a while and recently heard but her leaving him and rush on over to catch up.....
WHEN. I. TELL. YOU. I. CRIED. LIKE. A. NEW. BORN. BABY....
Being as I had plenty of chapters to catch up on the story just flowed and all the hurt and frustration I had from the previous chapter followed into the other one because I didn't need to wait for an update. And let me tell you I could gradually see the decline and hurt and torment my poor baby went through. At one point I honestly laid there tears in my eyes looking up at the ceiling after she had the miscarriage and kept mumbling "my baby my poor baby" Because she was hurting so much and her husband just kept being so hurtful and dismissive. He should be so fking happy he didn't come back that night to find her dead body in the bathtub because if I honestly didn't know that she had left him that's what I initially would have thought.
I dont know about yall but I could see how differently she was drawn to show how she had lost weight, the shine in her eyes were gone, he hair was dull, her clothes were dull. NO ONE MORNED HER BABY Y'ALL...She was so hollow and I just kept crying because she honestly could have died and no one was gonna notice because that damn man kept isolating her and neglecting her and no one else deemed to interfere because of him...
Im still crying writing this tbh and it might seem ridiculous to some but I'm honestly so shaken up I'm gonna go take a nap after this. I love love amazing stories with great plot but GOD DAMN.