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Hey, hey, Waffle, gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories. And if you do love a Reddit story, why not consider him a like, subscribe, maybe that notification bell too. Let's crack on with today's first story. You're absolute cheeky so and so. Much love guys. Now today's first story comes from

a deleted user and you may want to brace yourself for this title. It is, my fiance said that

I'm holding my womb hostage. And after reading the story, I've had to come back because I want

to put a warning in here. There is talk about rape within the story.

So if you do want to skip the story, please feel free to do so.

That's why I put the time stamps down in the description.

Or if you just want to skip the video completely, please do so.

And let's get on with it.

We've been together for nine years, engaged for just under one. I'm 29, he's 33.

The other day we were having a conversation about the future, and then the subject turned to kids,

how many, etc. I said I'd ideally want to, and I didn't care what gender. He said he wanted to also,

but doesn't want a daughter at all.

When I pressed, he said it was because he wouldn't be able to relate to her and didn't want

to have to deal with all of that. By all that, he meant periods, her dating slash having a sex

life. I told him we would have no control over the gender of our kids.

He said he knew, but if he had a daughter, he wouldn't be able to love her as much as a son.

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