Amanda

I grew up with my mom. I'm the only child my mom had for my dad before they went their separate ways. 

My mom got remarried, same with my dad. My mom also left her second marriage after giving birth to her second child. 

I don't know if it is a curse, but there is a pattern of broken homes in my mother's family. My great mother didn't stay in her marriage. Same with my grandma and now my mother. This goes also for my Aunties.

This made me develop this strong phobia for marriage. I avoided men like plagues because I didn't want to end up like my mom and her family. 

I was till indifferent about marriage till I met Emma. Emma came into my life and brought light into it. He so loving and caring. I was his top priority. 

I didn't think twice before accepting his marriage proposal. I didn't need a prophet to tell me he was my husband. 

We got married in 2010. The first two years in our marriage was excellent. He was the best husband in the whole world. I became a role model in my family as my Aunties wished their daughters to be as lucky as I was.

In 2013, he lost his job. Everything began to change. He started drinking and smoking. He started keeping late nights. I tried to console my husband but he wouldn't budge. 

Boom, he started getting angry at any opportunity. First, he was pushing me whenever he was angry, then graduated to beating me. 

Heaven smiled on us and he got another job but I guess I had already lost my sweet husband. He still treated me like trash. He became a chronic womanizer.

In 2015, I got pregnant for the first time. My husband got angry that I asked him to use a condom when he wanted to sleep with me. He beat me to the point that I fainted. I was 6months pregnant then. I lost the baby.

I knew I should leave but couldn't because I didn't want to end up like my mother. I really wanted my marriage to work.

In 2016, my husband married another woman and brought her home. 

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