Just when I thought everything was going great, I get hit with something else. It came out of
Nowhere. One day there was a letter in our post-box, addressed to Sean. It didn't have a
stamp so it was dropped into our post-box. He came into the room and opened it. It was a
letter from my father.
In the letter, he called me a whore who loved sex. He said that I had went out with a
married taxi driver. That I slept around and I will not be faithful to Sean. He called Sean my
sugar daddy and said that I am living with a married man because his divorce didn't go
through as yet. He said that I'm a horrible person and I'm going to make Sean and his family
regret getting involved with me.
If I thought I experienced heart break before, that was nothing compared to what I was
feeling at that moment. It was as though everyone was turning their back on me, one at a
time. I never thought it would be my family. I honestly thought that they would stick by me
through thick and thin. How wrong was I. It was a long letter, mostly ugly words but I can't
remember all of it. It felt as though they were doing everything in their power to break what
little I have inside of me. I thought I was strong, But I never felt as weak as I did in that
moment.
I don't think I ever cried as much. There was this agonising pain in my chest, accompanied
by a hollow feeling. I cried for days. I was inconsolable. Everyone tried, until eventually
Sean gave up to. I just needed some time, time to help my wounds heal. It felt like
everything came crashing down. I remembered when I had just finished high school, I
overheard my father telling his brother that I was a burden. That I don't have a job, and
I'm just an extra plate of food. That crushed me. I couldn't believe that that was what my
father thought of me. I remembered all those times I tried to kill myself, most of the time
landing up in hospital.
Even though, my parents' treated me as though I was unwanted, I loved them so much. I
just wanted acceptance. I went out of my way to make them proud of me but nothing I
did was good enough. My brother was always their blue eyed boy through no fault of his
own. I did everything at home, even though I wasn't working for a while.
I remember those days I wasn't working. I would clean and cook and do all the washing. I
even painted the inside of our house by myself. Moving all the furniture and painting was
no easy task, but I did it. I managed to do what the men of our house couldn't, even
though I was really skinny. I packed a lot of strength. I don't know what else I could have
done to "earn my keep".
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Reborn
Non-FictionA novel of personal growth By Ms. B This story is about how I survived an abusive marriage for 10 years. How I eventually plucked up the courage to walk away and how I survived the months that followed. How I realised that I wasn't the only one who...