This is me, this is you ,that’s me over there, and that’s you before the ring. We are smiling. My skin is dark. Really melanin. And make up? None!. I am excited to do this one thing! I thought being wedded meant he’d be more than what my Mother and Father are to me.
Now, I wear I wear a wig because my hair won’t grow, I have lightened my skin because He said my color was “dirty black”. He said my skin did not shine. Now, I wear lots of make-up to cover up my pain and sadness and the heart that bleeds from not being loved back!
He mocks me. He says I look ridiculous. He says my legs look like toothpicks. He said that the maid looks better than me! I shiver when I hear his knock on the door. I wish he will cheat on me ,so that it can take away his attention from me. He says all women are prostitutes but that some are worse than others. He says I’m the really bad kind. The kind that hides just how bad it is. I cannot argue because when I tried, he said It is because I was guilty. And truly I am always guilty. Guilty of not having the energy to fight back or run away.
He sniffs my underwear when he gets back from work. He talks to me through clenched teeth and wallows in the fear he puts in me! He says I am his curse and the reason for his poverty! He says I smell like rotten fish down “there” ,but he doesn’t let the “there” rest. He rides it so much that the “there” has lost its all its juice. It’s usually sore from the riding that is like punishment – a payment for whores, he says. Can’t you move?? he says.. “Old whores don’t move ,they just lay there –like you ,he says. No more tears, come from my eyes, they come from my heart and my will and my zeal to live. I am a corpse . So I can’t move ,but I can moan. I moan and moan till its over. He says I cant f*** to save my life!
His sick definition of love, is a putrid ooze that follows me everywhere I go. Even when he is not there ,I cringe!
If this is you ,run. Get away from him. Abuse is not love. It can never be, Choose live. Choose living. Do not accept abuse. Abuse is not love!

All’s well that ends well!

live. Do not accept abuse. Abuse is not love!

All’s well that ends well!

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