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hippymilf · 2 years
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My husband beat the shit on it of me. Always bruised. It kept getting worse, until one day, I refused to meet the neighbors because I had a black eye, from my husband. How utterly embarrassing. I had to learn to use makeup to cover bruises. I was officially a statistic. My soul plummeted. In my mind's eye, my heart of hearts, this was as low as I could go in life. Glorified white trash. I was always yelling and screaming because I never felt heard. Law of attraction says, I bring this and everything else, upon myself.
Maybe I should have just stopped. I know that now. This doesn't fix 'not being heard'.
Maybe I only ever needed a hug. Instead I got hit, kicked, punched, spit on, and put down.
We were two adult children who got married. Weird expectations and zero delivery at home. I suppose some marriages are like this. Essentially, really bad learned experiences from our childhood played out as 'love', we absorb this. The love we give is flavored from the love we received in childhood.
This abuse went on for two years. It was more than physical abuse, and it was all ugly. He would refuse me sex when I dressed sexy. Turns out, it's a trigger for him. Who cares, now I'm insecure. Well, I was hoping my husband could bring out the sexy vixen that is within, instead he shunned her. This to me, is sexual abuse.
My husband was only interested in 'bar sex'. Turns out, coke dick, barely works anyway. Sadly, he was(unsure about presently) not interested in anything long enough to put together a scene, he didn't care about foreplay or my orgasm. I mean he cares about it only to the extent that he got frustrated when his tricks didn't work. Then he wants to gag me with his cock, without returning the favor. He wanted me to feel sexy and never showed me that I was sexy to him.
This could have been the most beautiful sexual relationship. Neither of us could talk about sex or any other topics without being uncomfortable.
It was hard for us to talk about goals and how to quantify them. He always felt like he was in competition with me.
As a result of sex, my husband and I share a fuck trophy.
The abuse was scary. Our child turns 3 soon. I am brave to let my husband spend time with my son. I think that my husband is growing. I can't live with him. We are divorcing soon.
We live in different states. My kid and I are in the home state visiting. Of course I'm letting Dad spend some time with him. I'm letting Dad prove that he is growing and can be a good role model.
My kid deserves both his parents on a healthy level.
Love is ultimate forgiveness.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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How do you wear panties??
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hippymilf · 2 years
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Internet, where are you??
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hippymilf · 2 years
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Buy these panties!!
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Buy my panties.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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Buy my panties.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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I've estranged myself for many years. Please let me join your discord groups on anything!
Xo
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hippymilf · 2 years
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If you ask me what I'm wearing in the next five minutes, I will tell you.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW (1975) dir. Jim Sharman
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hippymilf · 2 years
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Support your favorite MILF. Buy a keychain! Will make custom orders for locktober!!!
With the faith of a mustard seed, nothing is impossible. Stay focused.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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I love me.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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shanah tovah, y'all
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hippymilf · 2 years
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I asked my husband for money today to help support our child. I took our child and left the family home due to domestic abuse. We lived in a domestic violence shelter for over a year. I am completely rebuilding my life, but the catch is, I now have a child and refuse to work at night so I can put him to bed and be with him when he sleeps.
I am planning to file divorce this month. The legal aid support here is non-existent. I am a paralegal from another state and am helping my friend vacate judgment on a wrongful eviction. The system here is total garbage.
My husband never really gave me money in these two years of separation(and when I was a stay at home mom our power got shut off, so I guess he never gave me money ever), however he started to send money early this summer. I knocked on the tap, and was offered to trade my kid for two weeks for one thousand dollars. What a weirdo!
So here's the scoop, as a family we moved out of our home state in October 2020. By Jan 2021 my child and I were in a shelter.
My husband decided to leave the state, to a third state, and later returned to our home state with all his party pals. During this time, my husband lived out of the used and well loved RV purchased as a wedding gift by my family.
Well anyway, I have established a nice rental in this beautiful new town, I have a whole community of awesome people here, and I found the deficiency in the town I can help with.
I was just giving my husband the opportunity to do the right thing. He informed me that since he didn't get to take our baby 13hrs away for two weeks, that he was no longer sending money.
He must have amnesia and forgotten about the time he held a gun to me, or the time he took the belt he was abused by and choked me out. I nearly passed out. He's driven erratically in the RV and nearly every other vehicle we've driven in together...
... all that craziness for seemingly little to no triggers. Eventually when I felt like I was not being heard I would yell. When I feel small I use my big voice. I have literally never had an argument until I was married.
My husband and I cannot agree on anything. If I'm trying to teach him something ultra specific, he knows a different way. The whole marriage is this, trying to yank control. Nothing made sense.
I sent him a text politely reminding him that I pay $175/week in child care.
I feel as though the reason I am not in a happy marriage raising a child with a partner is because my partner tried to kill me countless times.
I want him to pay my child care for two years as puninative damages for being a total POS to me for two years. The universe always provides.
Anyway, I can't wait to be divorced.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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LOOK AT THIS GOD TIER ANIMATION! (This cut didn't entirely make it, so there's no audio. But holy shit, Leo was gonna throw a full on gas truck at the Kraang.) Video is from Twitter.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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Nothing says romance like BBQ Dove 🕊️ 🔥 🍡
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hippymilf · 2 years
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And if that wasn't bad enough, my dog doesn't even care about me anymore. I had to leave her to save my life. She doesn't understand. Maybe she does. I bet she feels abandoned.
January 2021 I fled my family home, took my then one year old child with me. We needed shelter and I couldn't take my dog with me. If I was just a single person I would have taken my beloved dog. Instead, I left her with my abuser, who has hurt my dog in the past.
We lived in a shelter for over a year. We got kicked out eventually over staying our welcome. (That's a whole other entry.) We've lived in some terrible places, all in the pursuit of life, dignity, and happiness.
I couldn't leave my child. If I felt like my life was in danger (and it was, mental health is serious) I obviously had to take my baby with me to safety.
Eventually our life upgraded, we now rent a beautiful house. No pets allowed. My abuser lives in a different state, and facetimes with our kid.
I saw my dog today on FaceTime, it was the first time she didn't care about my voice.
I rescued her from the shelter. Loved this dog for three years before I was forced to leave her. My abuser takes good care of her.
I'm sorry I had to leave you Piglet.
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hippymilf · 2 years
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#killjoy is such a good #syfy show you have no idea!!
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