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I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. How the bloody knife got into my hands, I had no idea. The last thing I ever remembered was when we started quarrelling about something we should have not. I have been going through this silently for sometime now, I could not bear the pains any longer and may be I acted on self defense.
The love, attention and the support I once had when we were dating is directly opposite to the experiences I am going through in our marriage. Hardly do a day go by without been beaten up, my entire body has become his talking drum. Our joyful moment are when he is busy pounding me like the Ghanaian cassava in a mortar that is been hit hard by the pistil. I have to endure and...
I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand. How the bloody knife got into my hands, I had no idea. The last thing I ever remembered was when we started quarrelling about something we should have not. I have been going through this silently for sometime now, I could not bear the pains any longer and may be I acted on self defense.
The love, attention and the support I once had when we were dating is directly opposite to the experiences I am going through in our marriage. Hardly do a day go by without been beaten up, my entire body has become his talking drum. Our joyful moment are when he is busy pounding me like the Ghanaian cassava in a mortar that is been hit hard by the pistil. I have to endure and...
