His abusive words failed
Apr 28, 2022
first-story

He used to tell me I was ugly, that I was useless, stupid, that i was nobody and that there were other women better than me. Those words were terrifying weapons that he used to attack and terrorize me. He did leave and after leaving me with so many scars and wounds and a baby to look after. I went through my brokenness with sisters, Mum, aunties, Dad and friends who supported me during my time at the valley of brokenness. I stayed there for many months, until those hands that wiped my tears, those words of love and kindness that drove away the dark clouds of despair from me slowly. One fine morning I started my journey of escape from the valley of brokenness, I stood up, dusted myself, held onto the loving and caring hands that were around since the day he left, I held onto the loving shoulders that were around me and managed to climb out of that valley. It took me a while to straightened myself, to walk straight with my shoulders out and heads held high due to the discriminatory judgements my neighbors were giving me. One fine morning, I looked at myself in a little pocket mirror I had in my bag, I saw complexions of my beautiful Mum and Dad's faces on my face, I saw my beautiful Grandma's eye brows and my handsome granddad's ears. I saw my paternal grandparent's hair and strong cheekbones, I thought to myself, how could that man called me ugly. It was that day that I took a step forward, put on my best dress, used a red colored pencil as a lipstick, a black one as an eye liner and added a little to my eye brows. I didn't have any perfumes then so I used body oil on my arm pits and dress to avoid any severe bad body odor. It didn't take me that long to find a job, even with the small salary I was paid, I managed it well, I bought books and read, I wrote and made many more new friends, it took me a few years before I could really laugh again. One fine day, I drove past a couple fighting and pulling each other on the roadside, that's right, it was him, terrorizing another woman, I could have stopped but I didn't, at least he saw me, at least I proved to him that I wasn't a looser, oh and I didn't mention that my husband was sitting next to me! To me, life's a chance, if you take and live it well, you won't regret having it!! #thewomanpower is in you, with just a little bit of help from sisters and friends, you can laugh and live again, just like I did.
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