THE ABUSER......(her story)

Why doesn't he fight back?why does he just sit there and take it?what sort of man(if I can still call him a man) lets a woman smack him around for the sake of love?

He should fight back.He should stand up for himself.
He should at least hit me,throw me across the room,put me in a Hospital...something.

Did I marry a weakling?Did I marry a coward?
You see,my Dad was a real man.
One time,he beat my mother so bad,I thought she was dead.

Growing up,I used to think he was evil.But as time past,as I grew old enough to know men,I realized that I couldn't be with a man I didn't fear or respect.

"Love isn't enough"Like my mother would always say.

"women are emotional creatures,which means we're sometimes out of control.....we need men who can 'handle' us"She once told me .

Boy!was she right!

I've dated my fair share of weaklings in my life.
They've come at me preaching love and a whole lot of crap that isn't important in a relationship.

I left them all.

They didn't have what it took to hold me in a relationship.

I'm a very stubborn person.Which isn't necessarily a bad thing,but just simply means I need a certain kind of man to handle me.

These days,I read a lot of rubbish online written by women who claim they would leave a relationship/marriage at the first sign of domestic abuse.

Who are they kidding?

Who can stay with a man that doesn't inspire respect or command the relationship?

I'm not a crazy person,I'm a realist.

We shouldn't call it "domestic violence"we should just call it what it is...."taking charge"
When I first met Bekinbo,I thought he was that kind of man.

When I found out he had a bit of a temper,something in me went,
YES!!!Finally,a man I can love,adore...and fear.

How was I supposed to know he was a wimp?

How was I supposed to know that deep down inside he lacked the capacity to command respect in a relationship?

I was tricked.

I was smitten by his so called dangerous charm and dark handsomeness.

So I rushed into marriage.

Boy!was I a fool!

I thought I'd be happy.I thought I'd be finally fulfilled.

I never realised I was making a big mistake.
Like I said before,I'm a very stubborn woman and it takes a certain type of man to handle me.

I don't really care about his money or how well he takes care of me....I don't even give a crap about how many times in a day he can say "I love you"
Is that what a marriage is about?

My ex was a  broke,jobless drunk who never hesitated to "whip"me into shape whenever I was bad.

How loved him so.

His name was Ibim....the true portrait of a man.
He made it clear that there were other women....which I found very sexy.

But God forbid I should receive a phone call from a guy in his presence.
Ibim would lose it.

One time,he fractured my Femur....of course it hurt.

But did I leave him?No!

I felt wanted,I felt ....like a woman.
When he'd gotten arrested for beating a girl to death,I was devastated.

I'm sure the girl must've provoked him.

So here I am after barely a year of marriage,sick to my stomach.

I've done everything short of killing this idiot.
I've slapped him(more times than I can count),I've cheated on him(brazenly I might add),I've called him names,insulted his man-hood and family.

And all he did was say;
"I love you,....and I know someday you will realize that"

Aaah!!

He's such a wimp!

I can't take this any more.

"What sort of man are you???"I scream into his face.

We were standing in the middle of the living room.

He'd come home from work and had the audacity to ask for food.

What rubbish?

Me?Cook for a man whom cannot command respect?

No way.

I'd given him the silent treatment.

Then he did the unthinkable.

He came to me gently tapped my shoulder and whispered.

"Sweet heart,I'm talking to you...at least answer me"

Then I lost it.

A real man would've demanded for his food.

A real man would've grabbed me by the hair and dragged me into the kitchen,but not this wimp....Hell to the freaking No.

He was still being gentle he was still being kind and loving.

Is that what I'm going to be subjected to for the rest of my life?

Kind words and gentility?

"Don't you dare lay a finger on me again...you good for nothing weakling of a man!!!" I spat into his face as I slapped him.

Then it happened.

I saw something in his eyes....something beyond rage.

Bekinbo usually walked away from such situations.But this time was different.

The raw rage I saw in his eyes was like a volcanic eruption.For a fleeting moment,I was pleased...even a little aroused.

Finally.I thought.

But this rage was different...almost unearthly.
It frightened me.

Then he pushed me.

I had no idea the strength he had in his arms.

On the way down,my head hit the edge of the glass table.

The pain was excruciating.

I heard the glass shatter....I felt..no,heard my skull crack as my head hit the marble floor.

I died instantly.


Inspired by real life events.

LIFE IS CHOICE MY FRIEND
CHOOSE WISELY
ENOUGH SAID.