Silence kills; don't be like me.

          Our union was made in heaven, so I thought. I have found the perfect spouse, the last of a dying breed,  in a world of no good men. I felt so loved and safe in his arms. I was constantly assured of our undying love for each other.
You see,  I never thought I would find someone as intelligent and good looking as he was.
We have been married for 8 months now, after dating for just 2months, even when my mum advised I should be a little patient and wait for about a year before walking down the aisle with Desmond.
"mum, good men are hard to find these days, we are in a new era.  I love Desmond and he loves me too"
Ours was love at first sight.

Weeks into the marriage I discovered the nasty temper my spouse had. He could smash and destroy anything at the slightest provocation. once my HP laptop got smashed and split into pieces right before my eyes. He got offended at the minutest of things.
I am not left out,  time and again, I get hit in different places. Last week I sustained an injury very close to my eyes. A friend had seen been at the mall and asked what happened.. I manage to meander the question while insisting I was fine.
I adhere strictly to instructions
" don't let a third party into your home"
       
          I have been beaten with a belt and even sustained a cut from a kitchen knife.
But after every storm comes a calm,  the anger wanes, apologies are rendered,  promises are made and we wake up. Love is forgiving after all  .

My husband is jealous to a fault and very possessive. I had to cut off all contacts and loosed touch with my friends and family. They were Getting too inquisitive and who knows, they might try to talk me out of my marriage.  I can't recall how many times my spouse seized my phone, my social media accounts has been closed.
        Something  has really gone wrong. This is not the man I got married too.  I have been duped. So, people can pretend like this.
I have been deceived by his seemingly nice appearance,  I got carried away.
I am beyond embarrassed to admit or ask for help, as am not longer closes to my friends and immediate family.
We went out last night, to sit out somewhere after on of our numerous clashes.
I ran into Chris, my High school sweetheart, on our way out,  I was over joyous,  I haven't seen him in years.
We hugged and I introduced him to my spouse,  we chatted for a while and then parted.
When I got into the car,  I was still fishing over his fortunate I was to run into such a person, when I felt something hard hit my head,
Aarrgh what was that?

My God,  the Jack in  the boot. 

I hear voices,  my husband is crying and shouting, telling me to wake up, apologising endlessly, the doctors give their assurance to zap me back to consciousnesses.
I can hear my mum's voice, saying, I warned you! I warned you!!  But you won't listen.  She's also praying and crying. I feel for her.
On the contrary, I want nothing more but to sink into this black hole.  What was my crime?
To love and be loved in return.
If you happen to come by Lagos teaching hospital,  do well to visit the accidents and emergency unit,  help me talk to one of the doctors on duty.

Tell them to let me be. Am not coming  back.
Tell my mum I love her.

My name is Wendy.
I have been a victim of domestic violence.

I waited till it was too late, don't be like me.

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