Synopsis!
Back when Jack had asked me to marry him, I thought that was the best thing that ever happened to me. I was so happy and I was running around telling people that I was going to get married with the love of my life. The engagement did put me in trance for the whole time while I was waiting for my visa to get approve. I was 24 years old then, I thought it was the perfect time to get married since most of my colleague has been married and got them few kids. I did not want to be left behind.
I flew to US LIL OVER A year after I met him and married my fiancé. Not long enough I started to see sign of him as a controlling husband. At first, I thought he was just being protective of me. That being protective so I thought becomes into a verbal agony then to mental and lastly turns into physical. I was working my way out soon when I first see the signs that Jack had threw on my face many times. I know that I had to do something before Jack could kill me. Yeah I know it is brutal to say the least!
When would women starts to do something soon they realized that they are in abusive relationship? Some stays because they are scared and ashamed. Some tried to break free many times and ended up staying with the abusive partner due to no family and friends to run to. Some they had been beaten up and don’t have the strength to move on. Many will be dead and some were lucky to break free.
What could have been if someone didn’t snitch on me? Could I have a smooth transition of leaving my abuser? Will I be able to get my documents back from my psychopathic ex? Will I be able to get a peaceful divorce? Maybe what happened was a blessing in disguise! Have I hold grudges to the person who snitched on me? No I never did and never will be. Maybe God uses her/him so that I could break away from the horrible situation! And maybe I owe her/him my life because of what s/he did.
I was fortunate and brave enough to fight my darkest days. Some asked how did I put up Jack’s mental craziness for over 2 years! I know 30 months seems so long but it could be worst. I’m just glad I’m well and alive!
To be honest, looking back as I wrote each chapter, there are times that my story were heart wrenching. I keep stopping to write because as I write every details it all came back and I just close my eyes and take a long deep breathe because it seems to help to get rid of my anguish inside. It is my strength, hope and determination that lead me to where I am now. I am proud to say that I became a strong woman.
So what have we learned from this story?
When in danger get some help and do not wait till it gets ugly.
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