late a lot of violent stories have been released and it gives others a
glimpse into the rampant lives of abuse in our society especially
between couples who supposedly love each other.
The honeymoon period ended the day after we were married, six months
from when we first met. Dehinde is about six foot and about 225 pounds
in weight. I'm five foot four and 100 pounds. He grabbed me by the
waist and lifted me up against the wall. He grabbed my hands and bent
them backward, breaking one of my fingers. I was in shock. I was
stunned. But I didn't leave. A few hours after the incident, He broke
into tears and told me how sorry he was. I loved him so much, so I
believed him when he said it wouldn't happen again. But life became
hell after that.
For the next two months the abuse was nonstop. He kept me in a
constant state of terror. I'm not a drinker, but he'd toss a bottle of
beer in my face and say "drink". He'd punch me in the stomach or kick
me in the thigh if I didn't. I started walking on tiptoes around him,
fearfu of everything I'd say and do. But it didn't matter; the abuse
continued.
He dislocated my shoulder several times. He'd lift me up by the
ankles and bang my head against the floor in the living room. A part
of me wanted to leave, but another part of me hesitated. Somehow I
felt I was partially responsible for the abuse. If I hadn't made a
particular comment or if I had just sipped the alcohol everything
would have been OK. And for the first few months he was apologetic
after the beatings. He'd say he felt very bad and that he didn't mean
to hit me so
hard. He'd actually cry sometimes and show such remorse that I'd
forget my own pain.
He'd become romantic and sweet, and I'd fall in love with him all
over again. I started to isolate myself from friends and family. I
didn't want them to know about the violence. I put on a happy face
with my two kids and tried to act like things were fine. They knew
about the violence but didn't know the severity. When my mom wanted to
see me, I'd lie, saying I was busy. I didn't want her to see my
bruises. I was embarrassed. Sadly, the abuse worsened. The rapes began
about two months after we were married. I was dressing for
work when he came out of the shower and asked me where I was going. He
didn't wait for my answer. He threw me on the bed, sat on my stomach,
pinned my arms up beside my head and ripped off my clothes. "If you
want sex, wait until I get home tonight," I said. "You'll do it when I
want, and how I want," was his response. It got worse after that. He
would tie me up and put foreign objects such as necks of beer bottles
into my vagina. Five months into the marriage I endured beating after
beating. While most of the assaults were done when my children weren't
home, I was worried that they might step in and try to protect me. If
they did, they might get
beaten, too. I began plotting our escape, but it was difficult. He had
begun making threatening comments:
"You can never get far enough away from me. I will always find you.
If I can't have you, no one will." I felt trapped. How I left He had
disappeared for three days. I didn't know where
he was. I thought he had been in an accident. I called his phone; he
would answer but not say anything. He arrived home on the third night
at about 1 a.m. and immediately started screaming at me that he didn't
appreciate me trying to track him down. We were in the sitting room
and he grabbed the land- phone receiver and began to beat me in the
face with it. His eyes were red and flashing like I'd never seen
before. I ran to the bedroom, and he was right behind me. He picked me
up over his head and threw me across the room twice. I broke my
tailbone in the second fall. My 6-year-old daughter woke up. She must
have heard something and came to see what was happening. She just
stood there, stunned.
He looked at her and got scared for some reason. He went into the
bathroom to pack his things. I found my phone, fighting the pain from
the broken bone, limped to the living room, I then called my father
since then I have not set my eyes on Dehinde.