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Marie’s text to her husband

Marie Anderson Publisher Ltd
4 min readFeb 2, 2022
©MD Wedding day , bride hand on groome leg.
©MD Wedding day , bride hand on groome leg.

18 August 2021

How can I bring you here to my country, homes and family? I don’t know who you are anymore, and we have no relationship. You told me you are not like other Jamaican men. You are not using me, but you are all of it and more.

BB. Most of the time, I want to cancel everything. Cancel Whatsapp and all. Start a new life and find someone that loves me true. You always need time and more time. You don’t have time with or for me. Because you go clear your head and empty your sperms.

You don’t want to open communication(s). When we finally speak, you don’t pay attention. You don’t even really read or listen to my messages. I don’t know anymore who we are. Our last resort stay was a joke. You stayed outside smoking, hoping I go to sleep fast. You refused mint for your bad breath. You made sure you did not have to sex me, and making love is a wish that only the Aladdin lamp can grant. I did all the work, and you came fast… Too fast. I was left unsatisfied because you don’t take care of me anymore.

Thanks for the little you did those two nights at the resort.

I mean it, BB.

We even got you a new wedding ring; you felt like a popsicle. Please don’t go for the one in the pound shop; it has very little value now. The meaning is gone long ago for who you are today. You…

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Marie Anderson Publisher Ltd
Marie Anderson Publisher Ltd

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