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ON EARTH, IT’S VENUS VS. MARS!

Posted by eclectictope on March 27, 2012July 27, 2013

If she doubles as your punching bag, you’re wrong. Click here to find out why.

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temitayo says:

April 7, 2012 at 5:20 pm

I think his abuse of her probably started while they were dating, a lot of girls put up with it all in the name of love…. Even if it started in marriage, my advise is get HELP fast else he’ll kill you, marriage isn’t a do or die affair, if he doesn’t stop beating you after you’ve tried everything, please leave his home, once you’re dead you’re dead…. Get help or get out…

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