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He wears at least 2 masks.
The incredibly nice guy who paid to have my car fixed for my birthday. They all say, "That was sooo nice of him. What a good guy."
The alcoholic abuser who throws me up against the wall and yells at me because he paid to have my car fixed and supper wasn't ready on time.
I WANT OUT! I am afraid. I gave him all my savings to buy this home.
I'm broke now. Waiting for disability. I have been an incredible fool. I keep coming back to him because I'm afraid to try and make it on my own. There...I've said it. I'm afraid to live with him and afraid to live without him!!!
Does that make me bad or does that make me scared?
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