#Domestic Violence: Twitter user narrates how She ran out of husband's house as a result of everyday battering

This is a life story of a woman who ran away from home as a result of the continuous beating she received from her husband. According to her story, the assault kick started immediately after they had their introduction and it continued until she finally escaped with her son. Read below

I met my ex-husband during my service year through a friend who was his colleague and we hit it off immediately. He was sweet and quite loving too, everyone loved him because he is free-spirited and lively.

The downside? to all his TEMPER.
Not many people noticed this because he hid it pretty well. I remember one of my friends jokingly would always say she can't date him even for a day that I am the one who fits him because she doesn't have the patience to deal with his anger issues.

A day after our introduction, he had a misunderstanding with his younger brother and wanted to beat him up, I intervened, begging him not to cause a scene... oh boy, that was the first time he raised his hands on me. Ife!!!!!!!! he beat me black and blue.

Later, he apologized and said, "you know you are all I have, I'm sorry sweets...it was the devil..." I accepted his apology and never told a soul. Then, we went ahead and got married and that was where the real nightmare started. When he's financially down was the worst times.

It didn't matter that I was pregnant, as long as he had financial issues, he would beat me. We both work, so we shared the financial responsibilities in this house but for where, that didn't solve the physical assaults. Just to pacify him, I'd pay our house rent, pay for our baby's creche, borrow money from my family too because he would always want to act to the outside world like we had money, so I helped him achieve that. Whenever he calls me and I don’t pick on the first ring, I would be in trouble. If I worked late, trouble.

Let me shock you, there were days my colleague would follow me home when I worked late to let my husband know we were caught up. Whenever he beat me up, it was the same process: Call my mother, blame it on the devil, cry and make promises that it would never repeat itself.

This is because whenever he beat me, I would run to my mum and when he calls her to beg or comes begging, mother would send me back to him again. We went from police station to mountain for deliverance to NSCDC at Alausa (couple's conflict and resolution) and all ever heard was, PRAYYYY, the devil is using him. One Sunday morning, as soon as I heard his car drive out of the compound, I packed my things and left. I didn't tell family or friends because I wasn't ready for another lecture of "pray" and "patience."

I left with just N2k in my account, but I was determined that I would rather live under a bridge with my son than stay with him. Yes, I know I made mistakes because I saw it coming and I still went ahead. I am not where I want to be yet but I'm also not where I was two years ago. It has been tough Ife, but this I can say for sure, "what doesn't kill you they say makes you stronger" "

Source:Twitter/diaryofa9jagirl