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We met when he stole my makeup bag and thus ending up bumping into the leader. Thankfully his caretaker nabbed up before we could be executed! Since then I was on the run and stuck with this Idiot... Who turned out to be MY Idiot...I care deeply for him even if i show it though violence.
It's the only way I really know how to express myself...besides crying, but that wasn't really something openly allowed in my household.
Now together with...far to many children... Our love is still strong and I'm thankful for his help. Though i question how i allowed this many children, I do love each and every one of them. They're my life and my reason to fight. I train hard and teach any of them that wish to learn...but training alone is nice...and rare.
Though after all the year's we've been together...I'm still self conscious with my appearance...Wearing heavy makeup to have courage to face the day, that didn't change much over the years...maybe I had a lazy day or two...but i need my mask. I need that courage and bandage to keep old wounds covered.
Zella, my love and mother to our many kids. Though our meeting was an accident I adore her beyond compare. She's the most beautiful woman i've met and that would never change-no matter how insecure she may be at times. I try to remind her any time I can... I love her passion and firey personality, even if it sometimes results in me getting hurt. I know she's a spade so I try to be a 'big strong man' and hide how soft I really am... I hide all the poems I write and pictures I draw about her, even though I guess I shouldn't. Its just embarrassing.