Attention - Responding To Sunday's Chronicle

Yesterday Chronicle from Poster one might have shocked you right?Well this will electric shock you!

Dear Sweet Stella,

God bless you for this blog. You are one of those people I know that is not blogging for money but to help humanity. I know you must be making some little money anyway (just joking). *smiles* Thank you all the same.

Doppelgänger, thanks for your sweet comments. I usually rush to read your comments after reading the chronicles. The world needs more women like you.

Okay, I actually have a follow up to yesterday’s chronicles. Nigerian women and by extension African women need empowerment. Our society has held us back for too long. That woman’s chronicles broke my heart. I thought I was the only one who has been in that type of situation. I suffered the same fate with my ex-husband until I paid him back in his own coin.

The kind of men we have these days are raised by porn movies. I know it’s not all of them but a handful of them are. That’s why there are different sexual perversions everywhere in the world. My ex-husband is a beast. You know what? I used to fall for his cheating threats too and go the extra mile until I found out that he’s an Oliver Twist – he never gets enough. I don’t always look up to s3x with him as he drains me totally of my energy.

 While that is understandable, he brought an*l s3x into our marriage after two beautiful children. Same claim as yesterday’s poster. It’s no more tight. Why would anybody want to eat their cake and still have it in their hands? Is that even possible? After two children, you still want my body to remain the same. Really?

It got to a point he started asking for more after he was tired of the an*l s3x. He wanted BDSM - bondage and discipline with sadism and masochism. For those who don’t understand this, he wants submission during sex like deriving pleasure from my own pains. Of course, I said no. And he did not argue. Or threaten to cheat. So, I thought all was okay until one night, I found my hands tied to the bed with my mouth fully stuffed and cellotaped.

My drink had been poisoned with sleeping drugs.

His c*m was all over my face and hair.

He had done the an*l s3x in the most bizarre way and worst still, it was against my consent.

When we started arguing, he said he owned me and he could do anything he wanted with me. That statement brought out the monster and beast in me. That was unknown to him. He thought I was still the cool woman.

It continued like that until I started avoiding the evening wine and juice. Then, he went on to poison my soft drink and that point, I knew retaliation was the best answer – the only language he understood.

I looked for the drug he usually use on me. I overdosed him. I inserted a dildo in his a** too. Oh! I also stuffed his mouth and used a sellotape. All the while, he was not fully conscious. So, I wrote a note telling him I owned him.

Stella, I drove for four hours that night before calling his younger brother. And yes, I left that thing in his a**. I’m not sure if it fell out but I left it there.

 My kids slept in the car. Immediately, his brother told me that he has arrived at our house. I switched my phones off. When I got to my father’s house, two hours later. ( I drove for more than six hours that night.) My father was angry and asked me to go back to my husband’s house. I told him that the only condition was for him to return my corpse to my husband’s house. To cut the long story short, we separated and only his younger sister still talks to me.

Don’t call me a thug. He brought it out.

Don’t curse me. It was self-defence. If I didn’t do that, I would still be married to him. And my family wouldn’t have supported the divorce.

Now, I’m married to a loving man that understands me. Myself and my new husband also has the custody of our two beautiful daughters. 

Our divorce was a tough legal battle but I won!