
Blood is quite a significant thing in life. Especially as a woman. I see a lot of it, I’m not scared of it, I never have been. But god does it feel shit to have it on your hands. Especially when it belongs to your husband. We’ve been married for barely four months and I’ve seen at least three attempts at his life in this short period. I always knew people want him dead but they are getting way too close now.





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