Keep hiding when you hear him come. It’ll get better. You’ll leave and he’ll die, alone. She loves you but must deal with her own issues which are related to being his wife. Hang in there.
Guimauve or Purple mistletoe for whatever reason.
More like, philosophically, we might not be.
Like, for real or from a philosophical perspective?
Keep hiding when you hear him come. It’ll get better. You’ll leave and he’ll die, alone. She loves you but must deal with her own issues which are related to being his wife. Hang in there.