Skinny girls bruise easily

The skinny girl tried hard to get her figure back after giving birth to her son. Her husband never seemed pleased with her weight gain. He let her know very often how he felt about the way she looked. The stress of almost loosing her baby after the last time he put her in the hospital for kicking her ass while she was 7 months pregnant, was really taking a toll on her looks. The doctors said she could have died. Of course she had to make up excuses for why she had bruises all over her body.

"I'm so clumsy. I run into everything," she told the doctor and the nurses. All the while her husband was standing over her.

"Well you need to be more careful,” the doctors told her. But how could she be more careful. She was so afraid to give birth. She didn't know if her son would have brain damage. Her husband slammed her in to the wall belly first. Yet, she was afraid to tell anyone.

A tear rolled down her cheek while she reminisced on her pregnancy. She thought about how her husband stopped touching her since the baby had been born. He hadn't raised his hand to her at all. He didn't even touch her affectionately. Perhaps he couldn't stand the fact that she was so fat. She gained about 50 lbs while being pregnant. At least her baby was healthy.

Everyone tried to warn the skinny girl not to marry him. They were too young to get married and start a family. After all she was only 18. And her husband was 21. She thought that if she stayed with him, married him and gave him a child then he would stop abusing her. She could only pray that it was now over.

She looked up at the clock as the seconds hand just clicked to change the time to 5:00 p.m. She realized that she needed to get dinner started. Now was the perfect time because the baby was taking a nap. She knew her husband would be angry if his dinner was not ready by the time he walked in the door. She whipped up a Chicken Marsala meal for her and her husband. She pumped for her baby, and woke him up at about 5:50 pm. She fed him, and waited for her husband. She didn't want to call him, because he always got upset with her when she bothered him. She was so hungry but she just waited.

I could stand to burn a few more calories, she thought.

Hours later while the skinny girl watched television on the sofa, her husband stumbled in the house. It was almost 8:30 pm. She waited all that time to eat with him. She jumped up to greet him. She had a smile on her face because she was relieved to see him, and because she was hoping not to fight or argue with him. The baby was in his play pen, but visible.

“Hi honey, how was your day?”

“It was fine. I already ate dinner, but it sure does smell good in here.”

“Oh, okay well I'm just going to eat right now, because I've been waiting for you.”
The skinny girl was very disappointed, and she wished that her husband would have at least called. But she knew that she would not have been able to call him. He would have been more upset that she called or tried to question him.

“Well why were you waiting? You should have just ate. You are in charge of feeding my baby, so you need to feed your stomach as well,” he told her. She could tell that he was starting to get upset. She made a small plate of food for herself, and changed the subject.

“Well how was work today?”

“Babe, I don't really want to talk about my day. I'm glad its over, I just want to relax.”
The skinny girl didn't want to say anything else, so she just ate her food quietly. Her husband went upstairs and took a shower. After she finished eating and doing the dishes, she fed her son again and put him to bed. She stayed in the baby's room for an extra half hour because she wasn't sure if her husband would just fall asleep like usual and that she wouldn’t have to deal with him.

When she walked into their room, he was still awake, watching television in bed. All the lights were off, so she just undressed quickly and got in to bed. She tried her best not to disturb him. She smelled alcohol on his breath as his breathing slowed into a more relaxing almost sleepy breath. He was going to doze off soon, she was sure of it. She wanted to go near him, and hug him. She wanted things to be like they were before the baby and before the beatings. She yearned to be touched and loved by him. He had the remote in his right hand and his left hand was over his stomach. She wanted to nestle up next to him. She just sat up in bed, trying to get his attention. She ran her right hand over towards him. Something square and hard was in between them. It was his cell phone. It was rare for him to leave his phone somewhat unattended. She wanted to move it out of the way, but did not want him to notice. She slid the phone with the tips of her fingers over towards her side, so she could place it on the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I was just moving your phone out of the way so I can rest my head on you,” she said.

“No you weren’t. You are trying look through my phone.”

“No I was not going to look at your phone at all. I just wanted to get closer to you, but the phone was in the way.”

”You lying bitch!” He raised his voice to her. He sat up and dropped the remote. He grabbed her wrist so hard that it made her let go of his phone. “This is my phone. You don’t see me going through your shit.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. I should have never touched it,” she said so calmly that he would have not known how much pain she was in.

“I’m so sick of you trying to go through my shit. I give you this nice house, I put food on this table, I do everything for you. But you can’t respect me,” he said.

“I do respect you. I just miss you. I just want to get back to normal.” She snatched her hand back from his grip.

“If you respected me, then you would just do the things that I ask you to do. You wouldn’t touch my shit or disturb me while I’m watching television. I told you I had a hard day, but yet here you are bothering me.”

She just wanted him to stop focusing on her because she was not in the mood for an ass beating this night. So she apologized and got out of bed. She went in to the restroom and closed the door. She felt him starting at her every move. While in the rest room she was able to look at her wrist. She was bruised. It was hard for her to not show bruises, she was so fair. Every little mark always showed up on her. Plus her wrist was so tiny. She wanted to stay in the bathroom the rest of the night. She just stared at herself in the mirror. Her black eye was healing from last week when he punched her for burning the bacon. Her inner thigh had a bruise on it from when he threw her down the stairs for asking for more money to buy new clothes since she had gained so much weight. And now her wrist for trying to move his phone. She thought that maybe she had learned her lesson. She should just not interact with her husband at all. Skinny girls like her just bruised too easily and it was best for her to just stay for her son’s sake, and just try to protect herself from her husband as best she could.