Sometimes you reach a point where you just can’t take any more — a breaking point, some call it. The day I watched my husband murder the woman who was pregnant with his child, my point didn’t just break, it exploded like a full magazine’s worth of hollow points firing through the barrel of a...
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Sometimes you reach a point where you just can’t take any more — a breaking point, some call it. The day I watched my husband murder the woman who was pregnant with his child, my point didn’t just break, it exploded like a full magazine’s worth of hollow points firing through the barrel of a fully-automatic AK-47. Literally. I am no longer his American Princess, nor am I h
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