Pt two of my gbv story

Here I was down the line 6 months of marriage I found myself in a cage in a crises center for abuse women. I have not plan this outcome for myself. A sudden change of life, the crises center started the process of reaching out to me to get his side of the story. The diot wanted a divorce, I couldn't stand his side such an arrogant brad. Now I have to accept my current situation, I told myself Lisbeth you can get through it in whole.

The process continue for separation and then divorce. In all both cases I never consented, how could I? Such a dismantle of reputation and intergrity. Most importantly the stigma of returning home dawn on me. The hutzzling battle again, I left my cozy work for him anyway and ths is what I got iin return. Such a life time lessons I learnt only 6 months.

I left the crises center later as the process was delaying. I picked up a job in a school of addicted children in the suburbs, they accommodation me untill we hear from the authorities. The school help me bit by bit emotional as I was not alone there, I met other teachers that had similar situation as myself, we encourage each other as we wait for the outcome of our redefine faith by human selfishness. It was like a dream I dreamed.

The principal who was a woman advice me to enroll in the public University since I have attended their recognize high school, I did and I was admitted to study marketing and Management administration in the DAnia, Randers. Due to school fees I have to leave my volunteer work and look for paid job offer and to relocate to the city of the university because it's a day school.

This was 2009, the school started and I got a paid job at ok plus, ok plus is a name of a filling station between Randers and Arhus cities. Days of my off classes I go to work, I endured. One year down the line the ruling from the authorities came and it was a sad pill, a big no answer, i appea

and yet a no answer.

I couldn't finish my degree in business administration. Everything affected my schooling, i applied for state scholarship and I was declined. The immigration no answer affected all my schooling, I became fugitive, this I told myself Lisbeth you have a home, getup and go home to your beloved country Ghana.

I took the consequences of my stupid decision and here I am.

With this l tell you out there to respect an abused woman, take off huts for them. To be abused and still have your sanity is a blessing. I thank God for such a blessing upon me. I couldn't encourage my sisters that to share this my closet diary, May you never give up as an abused woman, there is always light at the end of the tunnel.

Thank you