I learned that my husband, Kyu, had lied about contracting petroleum jelly on the same day when I knew I was pregnant. Kio was trapped a few months earlier and we used the governor until he returned from an investigation interview when he announced that infertility had been confirmed and I gave him a high five.
After a couple of months, I was a profound cleansing when I found an old pregnancy test in the bathroom cabinet. I felt wasted to throw it away, so I beat you, I thought that I was a q text of an image of my results with, “I am school here!” It is written below the pink negative line.
After five years of work at home and raising our children during the continuous military deployment of Q, I was very happy that I finally focused on my profession.
When a Plus painting appeared, there was a silent horror in my body. He was ashamed not to feel anything but joy in response to the idea of another child — and immediately thinking, ped he lied about Vazctomy, not for, tThe test is so old that it may be outdated and the results must be wrong.
I played a stick between my shrouds as a cartoon character who is trying to light a fire. I’m really very critical, I thought, I remembered the solution of a husband and wife, which Kiu and I were working through his tendency to lie, increase distrust and my next criticism.
I told myself to put my feelings until I confirmed the results. I gathered the baby and before the school and went to my car. There, I bought three new experiments and took a million games “to send to Santa,” I realized that I had definitely migrated, I called my closest friend, and smelled a bag of salt chips and vinegar.
“He really lied for the long time,” I said with whispers on the phone. My children were sitting in the purchase basket that melted yogurt and playing with a slipped person.
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My doubts began when our first child was a baby. The Q was returning from publication and suggested that he was hanged with the baby so that I could go to the gym for an hour. When I came back to find a hungry hungry child, a glass of pumped mother’s milk, and Q click through Tumblr, he claimed, “I would give me food immediately after I left.‘ “
Often, half a gallon of juice was finished and left the empty stoves in the refrigerator. When asked, he denies that he has one bottle. Once, he ate the bitter bit of 27 cups of gel-o, which I had on the top shelf of the refrigerator for the school birthday party the other morning. “Some of them are gone out of all this,” I felt like a dopise in Goldlox, in the hope that the obvious point would make the moment less strange.
“He?” He replied. He claimed that our three years fell asleep and took half of each cup carefully. I looked at the cups that a reality imagined that my little child could do something like that or could do it. I didn’t want to believe what is done. I also didn’t want to believe that I had marryed such a comfortable person with the adjustment of the truth.
Q finally confessed all his lies. None of us cheated or angry, but sometimes I couldn’t give up, as I asked Q about whether he had seen a pair of rain shoes that I had just bought but wasn’t in place immediately. He shook his head and helped me search the house. My suspicion developed in the next few days. I saw myself asking the same question to Q and again and again until he admitted that he had thrown away his shoes because the look on my face while I had a dinner at night, made him believed that I didn’t like it.
When I face Q about lies, it is often meaningless, he said I would analyze it. At first I was only confused. Finally, I did more analysis: I conducted a thorough investigation. I investigated. The lies made me feel unstable in my life, and I wanted to make them stop.
Throughout the four years and two children, lies were coming and going, such as the gnats that occasionally explode from our restaurant’s chest and turned to a difficult banana that hanged with a small shield in our temporary homes in Virginia, South Florida, Boston and San Diego. Because of the many military movements, we had to store spouses in any new town, each offering a different diagnosis, in one way or another, which shows that I should be patient with him when he works to be more honest and “surrewed to a password.
To be a good woman, I had to put my hand on reality. I saw myself that usually split my mind into pieces: the cognitive disagreement between the events I watched and Kio’s fabrications made me spend hours to restore the moments of our lives. What do I do that makes him afraid to tell me the truth? I asked myself. Although most Kiu worked alone in a quiet room, whether on the base or on a ship, I asked whether his military service had caused these behaviors or participated. I thought it was my job to be around him and help him find proper support.
The fact that I wanted came quickly after I found out that I was pregnant with our third child. After the goal, dinner and bedtime, Q heating dinner. I washed my clothes and looked at me. I planned a silent conversation, but when he sat down with his plate, I said, “Have you forged petroleum?”
He closed his eyes and then opened it.
“I didn’t want to deal with an investigation,” he said.
Some of me I wanted to ask him, but I knew it seems to be closed. Words were rotating like a local news agency at the bottom of my mind: How did hell actually end here?
I got up.
“I had to tell me I could be pregnant.
I went to bed, I was very wandering to start a discussion of elections, infants, infants, the future of our family or whether I can continue to take into account Q as part of my family at all.