I was discharged from the hospital after three days. My mother had been with me since I arrived in bloody style on stretchers. My husband, the perpetrator, didn’t even come to check on me. I was not surprised, one of my nosy neighbours said he hadn’t been home for some days.
While I was admitted, I thought about a lot of things and I made my decision; as we haven’t had any kids and another woman was carrying his child, I would file for a divorce once I got my feet back. I needed to move on with my life regardless of my love for him.
I remembered when we first met, I would never forget. I was coming back from work as I was still a studying, working as an I.T student. He was a Corp member. I was so tired and exhausted, all I was thinking of was food and I needed to get home as soon as possible. I was standing at the junction waiting for a taxi and he stood beside me. I felt uncomfortable standing beside him, so I moved stylishly to avoid being noticed, but he did notice and apologised for prompting that feeling. I was obviously embarrassed from being caught, but he asked if I was okay and I nodded affirmatively.
He tried to to strike up a conversation, but I wasn’t in the mood for it. After some minutes, a taxi I flagged down stopped in front of me and I briefed the driver on my destination and we agreed on a fare. As Fate would have it, we were headed in the same direction. He kept on asking me random questions and when he asked for my contact, I gave it to him with the thought that when he left for service, he would cut me off but, he didn’t.
Two weeks later, I was getting used to him and his lovely shenanigans; he was really funny and cool, although he quickly got furious whenever I wasn’t available to pick up his calls.
A month after, I was addicted to his voice and we begun talking endlessly on the phone, since he was away at the camp site where he was serving his country. Three months later, he was back in the area and he came over to see me, and around then, I had just rounded up with my I.T., and would soon be a graduate.
We went out together, had a whole lot of fun and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I didn’t even think twice, I said yes.
Things were going smoothly between us, I even took him to see my mother (my father died when I was little) and he took me to see his parents too. I remembered how he proposed to me in his house, he gave me a glass of red wine and I didn’t know the ring was inside my drink, until I half swallowed it, and saw the cause of my near-death when I held it between my fingers. He collected it from my trembling hands and went on one knee, and I said yes without thinking or being asked.
I mean, I knew the drill and I’ve been with him for two years, and he has been so loving. We had the wedding after five months and since I was a virgin, I told him to wait till our wedding night and he agreed.
I thought my marriage would be the best, but it turned out to be worse than my deepest fears. Three months after, my husband started hitting me and picking faults in whatever I did.
My decision had been made, I would file for a divorce.