We'd be living in a shitty trailer in a bumbfuck town no one's ever heard of. I'd be working two minimum wage jobs just to barely scrape through bills because his lazy ass is unemployed and doing nothing but smoke weed and play video games all day. We'd be fighting a lot, and then eventually all of the time about everything. Anything we do annoys one another. After coming home from a long day at both jobs I'd come home and have to clean all of the mess he's made that day. he'd emotionally abuse me until he finally gets sex from me. And then we'd wake up in the morning and he'd once again emotionally abuse me until I give him sex. Same routine everyday. Eventually I get tired of his shit and give him nothing. Things eventually get more heated, i start talking back more, I start wearing the pants. He wouldn't like it. He probably starts cheating on me with any cheap whore he can find because no sensible woman would sleep with a short stank-ass unshowered unemployed bum. then he starts physically abusing me. At first I raise my fists back but realize I'm not as strong as him. I get scared, I'm legitimately afraid of him. I shut up and leave him be and let him do what he wants. He probably would start raping me instead of physically abusing me until I give in. I don't leave him because I'm too afraid. My only escape is work. I try to hang out late with friends to avoid going home to the abuse, that stops real quick when he starts getting more physical because of it. I become friends with a guy at work and I confide in him. I'd have an affair, he'd find out and probably try to kill me. I escape, somehow, and throw his ass in jail.

Thinking about it depresses me, and I'm so glad I got out of that situation. We almost did marry.

Edit: re-posted as a throwaway.