This story is about a sick person who started hitting me during the first week of our marriage.
He would cuss me out,
Neglect me,
Deprive me of things,
And humiliate me.
He would never stop criticizing me.
His face was perpetually frowning.
He was extremely selfish.
He loved no one but himself.

He’d never hold my hand when I’d fall ill.
He’d disappear whenever problems arose.
Whereas, I always stood by his side during the hard times.

I waited for years and years.
I waited for him to change.
But he only got worse.
I got pregnant.
I hoped parenthood would change him.
But he put me in charge of raising our child,
And treated me even worse than usual.

I cried,
I sobbed,
I screamed,
I left home several times.
I asked for a divorce, but he refused to divorce me.
He promised he’d change.
But in less than a week, he was back to his old self.

That was until the day I swore to leave and never come back,
When he beat me and slapped me on my face,
Because we got into a heated argument.
My body bruised and bled.
It wasn’t just a few slaps, which I had gotten used to.
This time he beat me with objects.
He cursed my mother and father,
So I cursed him back.
He kept beating me until I almost lost consciousness.

I insisted on leaving.
I left.
I was devastated.
I thought about suicide.
I fell sick.
I was tormented.
He divorced me two years later.
It was a struggle.
I started from square one,
But I succeeded.