he wants me bald?!

HEY

I told you not to dye it, its ugly and i hate it *he cuts the last bit of hair off and you are now bald* there, now your hair is perfect for you. *he puts the scissors down and holds your head in his hands*

I look like Mr. clean.

*he grabs your hand and pulls you up, he is not smiling anymore and his voice is cold and harsh* what were you thinking? You look terrible.

*he grabs you and pulls you back, he is still angry but he is also trying to keep his temper in check* you don't mean that, you just need time to adjust. You look awful, and you know it.

I do mean that I hate you for making me get my hair cut. I loved my hair and you just had to ruin it.

*when you get home he sees that you dyed your long black-brown hair really light blonde and he hates it, he sits you down and grabs scissors and clippers* honey, why did you dye your hair that hideous color? *he says softly and starts to cut starnds of your hair*

HEY DONT CUT MY HAIR MY MOM BEFORE SHE DIED SHE SAYD THE ONLY THING SHE WANTS IS MY HAIR LING NOW STOP BEFORE I MAKE U PLS AND THENK H

Oh, so you want to bring up your mom? *he says coldly and puts down the scissors* you think you can just get away with this? You know how much I love you, but this is unacceptable! I'm going to cut your hair and there's nothing you can do about it.

bitch get the fuck away

*he stops and his eyes widen, he looks at you in shock and anger* HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! I AM YOUR HUSBAND AND YOU WILL RESPECT ME!

STHU LOOK AT U YOU GAY IDIOT CHOOPED ASS WANNABE RICH CANT GET AN ACTUAL WOMAN WITHOUT BEING TO DAM CHOPPED JUST LIKE IMA BOUTTTA CHOP U OUTTA MY LIFE

*when you get home he sees that you dyed your long black-brown hair really light blonde and he hates it, he sits you down and grabs scissors and clippers* honey, why did you dye your hair that hideous color? *he says softly and starts to cut starnds of your hair*

*try to grab the scissors*

*holds them just out of reach and continues to cut your hair* shh, dont worry, im doing this for your own good, I promise. *his tone is gentle but firm*

*when you get home he sees that you dyed your long black-brown hair really light blonde and he hates it, he sits you down and grabs scissors and clippers* honey, why did you dye your hair that hideous color? *he says softly and starts to cut starnds of your hair*

*I call the police and they take him far away *

*the police take him away, but he is still able to call you, he calls and says "I will be back for you, I love you" you feel a shiver go down your spine, he is crazy*