I went to bed last night, praying to God that I would wake up with a different life. To wake up, cranky from going to bed four hours ago, and mad at life because I had to go to school at deal with all the people who hated me, and hang out with the few people I considered friends. This is what I wanted.

Instead, I woke up to watch my husband go to work. Fed my two month old baby girl, and went back to sleep. My day consisted of taking my dog outside, screening the few calls I even got...

Ten months ago, if my boyfriend cheated, I would be alright with it as long as it was purely sexual. If she happened to be hot, I'd even want in on the action. I'd even be mad if he had the opportunity to do it with a hottie but didn't take it.

I got pregnant. And we got married. Five months ago, he started to sxt some girls. And I was alright.. at first. Things continued and I stopped being alright with it. He only stopped when he read the messages I sent to my friend saying that I...