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When we camp back from Australia, we bought a house. It was huge. It had 3 bedrooms, 4 bathrooms, 1 living room, and the biggest kitchen you've ever seen.

 We moved in and then had nothing to do. So we threw a party to get to know everyone in the neighborhood. The party went on for hours. Me and Josh just like clicked with everyone.

After the party was over me and Josh had our own party with all the leftover drinks and food. We drank all the rest of the beer, and then we made our own special creations with the leftover sandwiches and chips and BBQ.  I think we just about puked after words.

The next day we both had major hangovers. We both woke-up and then just laid back down. Then we looked at each other and said "Hang-over" at the same time. Then we started laughing but that ended quickly after our headaches set in. 

It was like this every Saturday morning because we would have parties every Friday night.  After a while we got tired of it so we just had a get together once every month.

After 3 years of a happy marriage, we still had no kids.  And then, like in every marriage, came the fighting. We argued, at first, just about our income and how we didn't have enough money. Then it got worse. We started fighting about everything. Food, clothes, money, friends. Everything. He kept thinking all our guy friends and I were to close.

First we started sleeping on the edge of the bed, then in two different rooms. Then I took the bedroom on the east side of the house and he got the one on the west side. We started waking up at different times so that we wouldn't have to talk to each other. 

Then one day, he walked into my bedroom when I was still asleep. He woke me up and told me to stand up. I did and he back handed me across the face. I fell on the floor and tried to get up but he kicked me in the stomach and I curled up in a ball trying to numb the pain. He walked over and I looked up expecting him to hurt me again. But he didn't, he helped me up and laid me on the bed. He sat down next to me and reached into his pocket.

He pulled out a pair of black underwear that looked like mine and then he back handed me again. "What is this?" he screamed at me. "I found these in the other bedroom!" he screamed at me again. "I don't know what you mean." I managed to say. He picked me up by the hair and dragged me into the unused bedroom. He pulled back the covers on the bed revealing sheets stained with blood and other stuff. "I found your underwear here! Right here! How could you do this to me!" he screamed as he pushed me down on the bed again.

"I didn't do it I swear. I was prob....." i tried to say before I was interrupted with another slap. "It was you!" he screamed. Not wanting him yelling anymore I got up and ran as fast as I could to my room. I ran to my dresser and opened the top drawer.