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"Next time put more make up on, the bruises are showing!" Tunde hissed at me as his grip tightened around my wrist, his calloused palm hurting my skin
I nodded timidly and followed him into the eatery. His friend had invited us to a party. I had to make myself pretty for Tunde, i didn't want to risk annoying him a second time. I had already annoyed him earlier by serving him rice without meat. I had used my money to prepare that meal, Tunde had lost all his savings playing Bet9ja.
"Are you stupid? Do i look like a child to you"
He had barked before his hand blinded me. The force had thrown me against the wall. My left cheek was swollen from the abuse, stinging with pain but i managed to cover it with my make up skills.
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"Laura, what happened now? Why is your face like this?"
My friends would ask me but i would fake a smile and wave it off with a lie. I always praise Tunde in their midst. I tell them how lucky i am and how happy I and Tunde are. I shut out the ebbing pain in my heart. I forget the belt whips and rampant slapping. I forget the constant raping and the incessant name calling.
No, Tunde would change. He is my heart. Deep down inside he is a good man. He will change!
"You cannot change the stripes of a cheetah, no matter how hard you try" My mother had said. She was the first one to see through Tunde.
But i ignored her advice. Even Peter had sensed something off about Tunde, the first time i introduced them.
Peter was a good friend and a colleague i had known for years. He had asked me to date him in my second year but i rejected him. I had wanted Tunde. Tunde had all the traits i admired. He was tall, broad-shouldered, well-built and articulated. He had beautiful pink lips complemented by a charming beard. His eyes where dark and captivating and his nose was pointed. Peter was everything Tunde wasn't. He was of average height, pale thin lipped, wiry in build and he couldn't speak good English.
"Laura, you are slimming down. Are you not feeding well?" Peter had later asked me, visibly disturbed.
I was not feeding well, Tunde drained me and stifled me. He did not let me continue with school when his GPA dropped below 1.0.
"You will not use this certificate for anything! A woman's place is at home, fending for the children and houseware. If you love me you will follow me to lagos. I am going to join the music industry. Baby, i make it, A music producer wants to sign me, Very soon i will be swimming in money!"
I was gullible at that time and i would have done anything to be with my Tunde. Tunde had a hold on me i could not explain. Whenever I was not with him, i felt empty. I felt he was my better half, he completed me Like an incomplete painting.
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But i saw peter again that night. He smiled down at me softly and i wished i could go back in time and choose him. He had become a successful pillar of the community, owned his own company and car. Tunde was a driver now and he used all his salary in ponzi schemes and gambling.
I had thrown away the man that had loved me genuinely. I had chased outward appearance and popularity, and now my life was ruined and my life source slowly draining away at ths hands of a beast.
"You can call me if you need anything, Laura. Just for old times sake" Peter had said warmly.
for a brief moment i felt safe. I felt i could tell him everything and pour out my soul to him but then the next thing he said made me numb with regret.
"This is my wife, Bisi." He smiled introducing a younger version of myself.
She was everything i was when i was much younger and he had asked me out. Energetic, kind, eager to change the world with profound goals.
"You know it's never too late to start again. I and Bisi have had rough years. Our company went bankrupt four times but we picked up the pieces and started again." Peter had said kindly during our friendly dialogue. His words stuck with me...
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That night, i sat in my bed and cried all night while Tunde was somewhere in another woman's bed. I didn't care about his incessant infidelities anymore, we were not married and my fore finger still bore his three year old engagement ring. I had become accustomed to it.
After getting on my knees to pray after three years away from any church, i made a decision to myself that night.
I was going to pick up the pieces and start again. I was going to return home to my parents in Akwa Ibom and beg their forgiveness. I was going to make something out of myself
I left the next morning for home. I left feeling like a different woman. I left Tunde a note.
" You ruined me but i have decided to pick up the pieces" I said in my note.
There are some women that choose to remain in abusive relationships because they are scared to start again. Scared that what is left of them is not enough to start again on their own.
Never be scared to leave abusive relationships It's not too late to start again
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This is a wonderfully painful read. But the light at the end of the tunnel is worth the journey.
Thank you for sharing this with us. I hope it is, in fact, fiction. But I know there are too many women around the world going through very similar situations.
All the best!
Thank you so much for taking the time to read through!
I love this post. So many lessons to learn. We shouldn't ignore the warning signs during courtship. It is better to have a broken relationship than to endure the rigour of constant blows. So many ladies, even some men (which is not mostly talked about due to ego) go through this. I can only hope for strength and help for them to leave any abusive relationship. No relationship is worth one's life. Fear of uncertainties and starting afresh make people endure and wait. Don't wait anymore. Keep yourself alive for those who truly love you. Let go, let God. Nice post.
Thanks dear. I'm glad i could share
Very good fiction piece
thanks dear
You are a wonderful writer. I always love your post. Thank you for this piece.
Thanks so much
Thanks for reading through. I'm glad you found it entertaining
Cool
Rayyyyy...cool on...realy unique writing style..Bigups
thanks dear
Brilliant piece @rachelrick
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Great piece, i read it even to the last part you wrote your username.
it's so touching, i don't know women stay in abusive relationship and call it love. Hmmm
Yes. Uncertainty and self-doubt makes a woman stay. I'm glad you liked it
Great piece, more grace to do more
amen
Hello ray
Waoh!
Amazing !!!
Interesting....
Wish I can upvote, over and over and over again
Perfect fiction story.
Thanks dear and Thank you for reading through
Wonderful piece @rachelrick
I am always of the opinion that if a relationship isn't going the way you envisioned it to be, it more profitable to talk a long walk away, even if you "think" you are in love with the person.
Emotions are function of habits, when we can cut out these habits that yield us to these emotions, women are most vonurable to the plight of emotional un-intelligence, if they can cut out these habits, they will not be in any abusive relationship.
Great piece.
Exactly. Thank you for reading through. Glad you liked it
Very nice! It deserves all the upvotes. I followed 😁
thanks so much
This isn't anything have read before. You are such awesome talent.
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I know this is a fiction but it happens to people in every part of theworld and i hope this story will help them overcome what they are passing through....thank you for sharing
I hope so too. Thanks for reading through
this is a good one dear
Thanks dear
Beautiful piece
Thank you. I'm glad you like it
This is just so beautiful and heartfelt. I could relate to a lot of the instances in the story. Great job!
Thank You! I'm glad you were touched, it's the best appreciation i could get for this piece and I'm also glad you read through to the end!
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Very touching post! It's universally relevant.We all can learn from this!
I'm glad you were touched and that you read through to the end. Thank you!
such a sad story but also this is a common scenario in some countries. being in an abusive relationship is not a good thing and one must learn to get out no matter what. and i agree, we can always start over. thanks for this wonderful post! :)
Exactly! Thank you for reading through!
My pleasure! 😀
Are you sure that this is fiction? I don't have to imagine the fact that there millions of women living like this. This almost reads as if you are recounting a personal experience.
All I can say is that I felt every emotion that you called upon.
You did a great job.
That's what i intended. It is fiction too! Thank you so much
I can't help but read it over and over again, it's captivating and full of suspense as i was wondering what will happen to the young lady. This is a good one
thanks dear. I'm glad you read through to the end and were touched.