Nawa for dis kain tori ooo....


Dear Stella,
Good day to you and all wonderful bvs. I want to thank you for this platform. I started visiting your blog since Oct 2015, and since then I found relief. God bless you.

Please I want to remain anonymous. Also please pardon me because my story might be a bit lengthy and scattered.
I got married in 2013 and since then my life has become stagnant and unpleasant. Before I got married, I was doing well for a young lady, I could take care of needs and my family, I could take vacations outside the country and send my kid sister to school in one of those african schools even though I lost my job but i was able to save enough and do other side businesses and my brother was also supportive.

I married my husband without him having a job, I was hoping we both would work hard together to either get a job or start up a biz. I later got a small paying job in a marketing company. Though the pay was small but we could manage it to an extent, when salary is paid I transfer everything to hubby's account. I became pregnant immediately after marriage, it was hell, he would beat me at any slightest issue, I became so scared of him , I dare not oppose him in anything cuz i will get the beating of my life, it started affecting my job, even colleagues started noticing.it, I dare not come home aa minute after the curfew he gave me even if there is traffic(yet he is a night crawler). A guy dares not mistakenly call be it ex or friend(meanwhile till date he still talks to ladies on phone both ex and friends).

I dare not tell him I want to go visit a friend or siblings(but he is free to see his). A single friend must not come around me (but he hangs out with his single friends and they even go clubbing) Even till my due date I was beaten because an ex called to wish me compliments of the season. I endured all this I didnt tell anyone.

The bubble burst when I gave birth and still the beating continued, the person that came to take care of me had to raise alarm. Stella all this period I was looking like an aids patient. Families became involved and he apologised. But he continued. One day I had the courage to run away with my child after he threatened to kill me..he looked for me ,called my friends and some called him names and told him how shameless he was. Our pastors got involved this time and he told every one he has learnt his lesson and he is ready to be the best husband.

I foolishly believed this and returned for the sake of our child. I got back after 2 months, weeks later he broke my sim card , changed my facebook password, deleted me from all social media, wiped out my contacts on my phone and tore where I had backup of contacts, his reason, that my friends insulted him and cajoled me to leave .

He hasnt raised his hand on me since then(to him that the only reason I left) but he still the same bitter, authoritative, manipulative,domineering, selfish person i have come across even his family pities me. Because of all these his atitude I lie over anything infact almost everything, I dont even like telling him things.I wasnt like that in my other relationship, I used to be an open free person.

I dont have one friend, I dont go out, I dare not go out without giving him days notice which most likely he wont approve, even if he does I wont have rest of mind cuz he will start buzzing and asking me what I am still doing. He snoops the hell out of my life infact he has more hold of my phone more than I do, he checks out all the numbers on my phone in his whatapp to know who they are. I make account on how I spend my airtym.

Stella marriage made me become a pauper and a beggar. I stopped work because of him and he doesnt have a job too oh.we beg before we can eat. My siblings have been supporting me with cash yet he seem not to want me around them. At 34 when I ought to soaring and having goals, I am being treated like a child, he is two years older than I am.This year I want to liberate myself. Am loosing my mind everyday. I have lost my self esteem and confidence. I hate myself. Wipe tears.

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When he beats u to death,u will definately leave him.


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Bítch* Is Under A Spell

Dis one na jazz oo....wat were u tinkin marryin a jobless man dat beats u. even if its love dint d beatin remove d love frm ur eye ni..bae u need deliverance

make she die dere.......mtcheew.

how sweet could that D be.......
well maybe wen he kills you sha

nevi12:
Dis one na jazz oo....wat were u tinkin marryin a jobless man dat beats u. even if its love dint d beatin remove d love frm ur eye ni..bae u need deliverance

no b jazz anytin, some people are just eran iya (someone shld translate pls).

shegxi:
no b jazz anytin, some people are just eran iya (someone shld translate pls).

Dat one is strong o

let's hear the other party's side of the story too abeg

He must be using his D to hold her down.. Silly!


When he kills you, you'll be free. It's just a matter of time, endure.




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