“I will kill you today!”
He yelled after administering another slap on my face and moved to lock the door. I wondered what must have possessed my husband this morning, it was barely 5 am, and the heavens rumbled, roared, and winked to mark the disappearance of weeping skies while the wind swept pines against the coming dawn, a sight I love to see, but how could I when my husband had turned our apartment into a WWE ring?
He drew his belt and began to whip me. At least I could count fifteen painful lashes from the belt on my skin before I lost count. Our three kids were at my mom’s place. I would never have wanted them to witness this strange person their father had become all of a sudden. This is the choice I made, for better or worse, so why should I complain? He descended on me with punches when he felt the belt wasn’t having much of an impact, establishing the fact that he was the man of the house. What a weird way to assert one’s dominance. What could I have done? I was in love, I had to be submissive as I was taught, wasn’t I?
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