He cunningly isolated me from everyone. He manipulated me into believing that he was the only one who cared about me. He didn't allow me to work because he said it was a man's responsibility to take care of his woman. So, I decided to go back to school to get my degree. He told me since I didn't have to work there was no need for me to go back to school. When I insisted on going anyway, he insisted on taking me and picking me up. I was not allowed to drive myself. There were even days when he would sit outside in the car and wait while I was in class. He made it appear as if he was doing it to protect me. But most days, he would abuse me in such a way that made it impossible for me to attend class. Eventually, I dropped out.
He controlled everything. He deprived me of everything I wanted to do. I couldn't go anywhere without him. I couldn't have friends. I couldn't even visit my family without his consent. Sometimes, he would leave for work and lock me inside the house to keep me from going outside. Even if he didn't drive to work, he would still take the keys to the car. There were security bars on the windows so escaping was not an option. I was a prisoner in my own home.
At one point, the abuse became so bad that I found myself thinking of ways to kill him. I felt it was my only way out. I knew that the only way to freedom was for one of us to die. The only question was...him or me? And I'll never forget that painful and bloody night that I ran from the house crying and screaming. Blood was gushing from my head. My whole body ached. I was getting weak. But even with a twisted ankle, broken bones, blurred vision, and bleeding wounds, I ran for my life as he violently chased behind me. It is only by the grace of God that I made it out.
(This was my life. This is only part of my story. It's not easy to tell, but I can no longer remain silent because there are too many others who need to hear it so they can break free. Keep following this page as I continue to break the silence.)