19/05/2025
I had a friend once,a very beautiful, intelligent, gentle, and smart woman. But she was being horribly maltreat$d by her husband.
I begged her to leave. I cried, I pleaded, but she always said no.She shared things with me that haunt&d me. How he rented an apartment for his side chick and how that same girl would come to their matrimonial home to visit him.
And this woman, my friend, would excuse them , leave her own house so the girl could sit comfortably.
We attended the same fellowship. We prayed for her every week, for her home, for her peace. But things didn’t get better. they got worse. He continued, shamelesly . One day, she told me something that left me cold , he said her vgg was now too loos€ for him, and so he started using her an*lly .
I was deeply irritat&d and broken. Yet she stayed. She wouldn’t listen to me. And she wouldn’t let me rest either. Her stories kept draini!g me emotionallyy .
One evening, we were trekking to fellowship. I turned to glance at some women sitting under a mango tree, and she sharply said, Please remove your face from there, my husband babe dey inside. She go call my husband lie say we insullt her, and him go come deal with me.
I stopped walking. I stood on that road, stunned, and something inside me broke. I looked her in the eye and said, Never call this number again. Don’t come close to me. What kind of wom$n are you?
All I saw was a woman trapp$d in pain, shamede and fear of what people would say. People that wouldn’t stop talking whether she stayed or left.
That was the last day we spoke November 30, 2015.
I still went home and sent her one last message. Please, leave that man. You will not surviv € this.
But she didn’t make it into 2016. She d!ed . Just like that. The woman I prayed with, cried for, and begged to choose herself.
Today, I saw her son’s graduation photo on her sister’s page, and my heart shatteredd . These were the same children she said she stayed for and now they’re growing without her.
So I ask , what do we call this? Love? Or bo***ge in disguise?
Why do people love this way ?
