by Rm
(Delhi)
I did not know that there are so many like me. 13 years of abuse and the biggest price I paid was my 13 year old committed suicide. I eloped and got married to a man whose habits were visible to me. But it seemed that I was not ready to look at his vices. Love which has no meaning, but I loved a man who never respected me. I stayed on with a hope that someday he would realize and we would start living a happy life. Yes, he did realize that he had a slave at his hand that could be treated like a dog at his whim and fancy. Sorry even dogs are treated well. His way of taking out his frustration was to hit me and get exhausted and then try to make up by making out. How disgusting. But still if you would have asked me at that point in time I would have said that I love him. I don't know. I'd never felt hatred for him. I at times feel that probably I am left with no self respect. That's the reason today I have moved out with my 5 year old daughter, my life time loss,my angel and only tears in my eyes.