Now, I worried about something else.
What would my child learn about love if I returned to a home where cruelty was excused and silence was demanded?
I wanted my baby to grow up knowing that love did not mean enduring violence. Family did not mean surrendering your dignity. And being a wife did not mean accepting whatever a husband or his relatives chose to do.
I had once believed that keeping a family together was worth almost any sacrifice.
That belief had nearly cost me everything.
As the days passed, I began to recover physically, although the memories remained. Sometimes, the smallest sound brought me back to that wooden bench. Sometimes, I woke in the middle of the night remembering the helplessness of being unable to move.Get Marriage Tips
But I was no longer facing those memories in silence.
I had told the truth. I had preserved the evidence. And I had stopped allowing the people who hurt me to decide what I was allowed to say about it.
