My story isn’t about physical or emotional abuse.
I got married when I was 21 years old.
He was the first man I ever spoke to.
That’s how we were raised.
I took very good care of myself.

There were lots of fights and cussing,
As soon as we got married.
He made me feel like I was 100 years old.
I gained weight,
Until I was 120 kg.
I let myself go.

He was stingy,
On the financial and emotional levels.
He used to say he didn’t have any money at first.
I stood by him,
And supported him,
For the sake of my children.
Until I found out that he had millions,
But he refused to give me back my money.
He never said nice things to me.

I used to cry out of misery,
Whenever I saw a happy couple.
He’d always tell me,
“You’re a failure.”
I eventually woke up from my slumber,
But it was too late.
After 17 years of marriage.

I started taking care of myself,
And I tried to work.
I asked for a divorce,
But he refused.
We’re separated now.
We’re each living alone.
I honestly hate him very much.
I can’t look at him.
I can’t let him touch me.
This is the first time I’ve ever hated someone like this.
I’m only doing it for the children.