The most disturbing being the fact that no one else has ever seen or heard from his wife since she supposedly left in the middle of the night. I haven't been sharing anything we've found so far with sweet cheeks, she gets way too emotional when it comes to her father and their fight. I don't care what she says she's not seeing him without me. And I'm not ready to look at him without fucking him up. It's been two weeks since she moved in with me, two weeks of nonstop loving and playing, just being a young couple in love again I guess. I hardly ever remember being mad at her and why, but on those rare occasions that I do, I fight it back, she's my baby again. She needs me to protect her more than she needs my anger. I still don't like that shit and NO I haven't necessarily forgiven the fuckery yet either, but nothing's going to stop me from loving my girl, she's still my heart. Spoilt ass. Her and the damn dog think they own me. I can’t make a move without one or the other of them in my arms.
