A story of a woman who fall from abusive husband

They say love makes the world go round; indeed the world did spin after ‘love of my life’ hit me hard with a blow to my head. Then he scooped me up and held me against the wall with his hands tight around my neck. We were on a romantic gateway at a villa, and light from candles started to dim. As I felt my body give way to the darkness, and I prayed that my child would find a loving home after I am gone.

Suddenly, I could breathe again. My fiancé wrapped me tight in his arms as he let go my neck, and sobbed. In between his sobs, he muffled and apologies and blamed alcohol for his envy and suspensions. He said he felt insecure after his male friend jumped into the pool after me, and as he watched as we played in the water, he lost it.

Looking at my engagement ring sparkle in the semi darkness our lavish villa, I chose to sleep and forget. Two month later, I walk down the aisle to say ‘I do’ to him –after all, it happened only that one time and he promised it would never happen again.

Fast forward to month later, life happened. He was thrown off the board of his organization and his accounts frozen. With no money and fueled by frustration, he took to the bottle to pass time. Soon after, he turned his keen eye on me, scrutinizing every action I took, hating my little income supporting us and monitoring my every movement. The insecurities showed up again. He began accusing me of infidelity and shadowing my every move. He had alcohol on his breath everywhere we went; he cut contact with his family and took our child to boarding school, and depended on me to make him smile. It drained me .I was very unhappy.

One morning, I work up to find him staring coldly at me. I brushed it off. I went into the kitchen to make breakfast and motioned for him to join me at the dining table but instead, he started firing accusations of infidelity at me. When I tried to defend myself, he grabbed me by hair and bashed me against the wall. Before I could recover, his hands were on my neck, squeezing harder as his jaw tightened. I stared into his dark eyes, clawing into his dark arms. I grew faint and passed out. I came to, to find him pointing a gun at me.

I lay half dead on the cold floor wondering how I would survive this. When he realized I was too dazed to hear what he was saying, he got up to go get some cold water to wake me up. It was then that sheer will to survive took over me; in a split second, I got to my shaky feet and jumped out of the balcony from our third floor apartment. A shopkeeper rushed to pick me up and hide me in her kiosk. Two hour later, a gun went off. Police were called in and neighbors rushed to see the body of my husband lying lifeless .he had short himself.


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