The Dark Diary - 8

Oh Dear!!!!......

The next one will be the final part of the dark diary... It ends with a shocking twist!!

 

I was not emotionally stable. but I promised myself that my new life was going to be better. When I went for scan and was told I was having a girl, I was happy and sad at the same time. I had my baby girl and I knew what I had to do....... Protect her with my life.

Marriage was sweet for a few months before I discovered I had entered one chance. God why me? I never suffer reach?

The man I married was a serial baby daddy. How would I have known when I didn’t do any findings? I was desperate. He said I was the love of his life. Okay now, I hear you.

I would have my child and another woman will have hers months later. I stayed put, I didn’t even have anywhere to go if I wanted to leave.

I had two kids but he continued having more. I tried not to get pregnant because I know if worse comes to worse I could take care of the two I have. He had over a dozen and couldn’t cater for All of Us. 

LOL

I was working so I could feed myself and kids and save small change for other bills. I didn’t plan my life like this, I wanted an education then a good life but see the mess I put myself again because I was running from family.

I cried everyday.

I had an office job and plenty side businesses. I delved into any business that I could do.

The beating started and he wasn’t dropping cash to feed. He was getting frustrated too because the women outside became full housewives and bills piled up. Whenever I ask for upkeep I got beat up. See me see from frying pan to fire LOL

If I knew I would have just gotten a room when I finished school, get a job and lived alone. Mumu me felt honored someone wanted to marry me, there was no one to guide me and advise me.

His love was one week on and another week off. I endured it all because he threatened me with the kids. Nothing will ever make me leave my kids.

I would sometimes call my elder sister for advice but she would just say I should endure that men are like that, then she would switch the topic to herself and how beautiful her life is and the new car she bought and her numerous parties. I will just hang up and cry more.


I called my brothers when the beating started, but what do you expect them to say? My father’s first son even told me he would talk to my husband and I was happy. My husband came home and said my brother told him to beat me more that I was an evil child that killed our mother. Ha!

We continued like master and slave.