the last night

well tonight is our last night together.

after months of my fiancé calling me a whore and a hoe, i crossed the line when he told me he “got another white hoe pregnant” (talking about me being 7weeks pregnant) and i smacked him. i shouldn’t have. but i did.

so now he said to leave in the morning and get an abortion. i’m not getting an abortion but... i don’t know what the fuck to do. i’m almost hoping i just don’t wake up. i don’t understand how things changed so fast. i don’t understand how i became a whore & hoe being faithful in the relationship. and i don’t know when i became abusive.

i hate myself

😞