Ruky
My marriage is just a year old but I am already tired of it. I wonder how, with my level of education and enlightenment I am still living in this mess of a marriage.
Living with a man who has no respect for me or women in general. I met my husband Tosin during my final year of university. We courted for a very long time before we got married at the end of my NYSC program. Tosin was loving and caring during our courtship but I didn't know they were all pretense. It was after the marriage that I got to see his true colours. He is a woman beater.
The abuse started gradually both physically and emotionally. Verbal lash over little mistakes and slaps when I try to talk back at him. Until it developed to full blown beatings. He stopped me from pursuing my career even though I have a first class degree in journalism. As it stands, I don't have a job nor money and I have to rely on him for my expenses. It was so frustrating to feel so helpless. I have complained to my parents on several occasions but their advice to me is to stay put in my marriage and that I shouldn't bring disgrace upon them by leaving my marriage and that they wouldn't accept me back if I stubbornly tried it. So, I have been enduring this hell of a marriage for a year now.
As I am pondering what a mess my life has become, the door and Tosin walked in with a woman on his arm.
'Ruky, set the table. I am hungry ' is the greeting I received as if I were a servant.
' And who is that with you? '
' None of your business. Go and do what I asked you to do '.
' I am not going anywhere. Either you explain who she is or you set that table yourself '. Before I could finish, a slap landed on my left cheek and I saw stars. My eyes blinds momentarily and I heard a rushing sound in my ear.
' Will you go and do what I asked of you before I beat the living daylight out of you?. This is my house and you are my wife. I married you with my money. So, I own you. You are to do as I please without questions. Am I clear? '.
' Yes '
' Now, serve us food '. That was how I served another woman food in my own matrimonial home like a servant. I endured all of it as I bid my time and hatched an escape plan before I loose my life for an ungrateful man who didn't care an inch about me.
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