Lies

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He told me whatever he does to me, is for my own good. Lies. I said it's all lies.

Far as I'm concerned he has never done anything for my good. If you call him beating me up daily is good for me, then I think you need a medical checkup.

It all started with him telling me to quit my job at an oil company, honestly, I don't how that happened... I mean, he said “Anita, I want you to quit your job at the office” and I just responded with yes baby.

Because then, I felt he deserves anything, I mean anything just to make him happy. I quit my job, a job that I was being paid 7 figures.

After quitting my job, he bought me a house. Actually, he bought us a house. I really didn't think too much on it because I felt it was the right thing to do then, never knew I was on the steps to give up my rights.

We moved in together and acted like married couples. A few months later, he proposed and yes, I accepted... Everything was like he had a purpose, but I didn't really understand until he beat me up for going out without his permission.

Now, that got me to sit down to think!. It didn't stop there, whenever he does... He goes out and comes back with my favourite flower "ROSE".  On his knees begging me to forgive him, weeks, months he treated me like a queen.

That got me relaxed and felt he had changed, until he came back one day, drunk to stupor. He did the usual but this time, he did beyond repair.

He wasn't able to give me my favourite flower, couldn't kneel to beg me, couldn't take me out to my favourite place to make me happy. He did buy me my favourite flower, but not just him, everyone did, even my parents. Why?

I died. 



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