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I’m writing to emphasize the significance of embracing our spouses, warts and all. My age is 32 years. My ex-husband and I were best friends for 6 years I waited till he graduated from college and began working.
Then our families met. We married and had a son (now seven years old).
My husband had a temper on occasion, but our troubles began when I attempted to assert my independence. Whenever we disagreed, I would collect my belongings, go home, and explain the problem to my family. My sisters would call and rage at my husband.
If he tried to control me, I would challenge him and tell him that he could divorce me if he so desired. I simply had dignity and didn’t want to look to him as a loose lady. I pushed him so hard one day that he beat me and locked me outside for the first time.
I went to my family, who then took him to the police, making it seem as if I had been abused. To be really honest, I used to emotionally abuse my husband. He was caught and held, and when his family requested me to withdraw the charges, I recognized I was doing something wrong.
My husband was never a violent man; he acted the way he did because I drove him to his breaking point. He openly apologized, and bowing before me, I rescinded the accusation, and we reconciled. I packed my bags again after three months for a little issue, leaving him alone.
I received word two days later that he was in the hospital. My family encouraged me not to go since it would make me appear as if I was begging him. My sisters thought he was making up his illness. People sympathized with me throughout this time, believing I was the one being abused. He was hospitalized for a week, and when he was released, I received divorce papers. I wanted to refuse the divorce, but my pride kept me from doing so. I wanted him to reconsider and beg me.
I called him and told him he would get the divorce because I felt like I was living in hell. When we went to court, I wanted to make him suffer, so I requested that his properties be shared. To my surprise, he openly told the court that anything we acquired together should be given to me. All he wanted was a divorce.
We divorced in July of 2009. My husband has remarried, and I am here feeling squandered. My family members spread rumors about me. My son’s survival is dependent on what my ex-husband gives. I know I squandered my marriage. I’m here to warn all women to be wary of the advice they hear.
Don’t be deceived, and don’t let family members intervene in your marriage, dear reader. My younger sisters have more respect than I do. Those who persuaded me to divorce are now mocking and disparaging me.
Please be cautious in your marriage, ladies. I believed it would be wise to share my experience in order to save your marriage. For nothing, pride serves no purpose.
IT’S NOT ALWAYS THE MAN’S FAULT; IT’S YOUR PRIDE AND THE PEOPLE YOU ALLOW TO ADVISE YOU. IN YOUR MARRIAGE, BE WISE AND VIGILANT.
