This is my story.
I am from a very poor family and my mum is the
only one taking care of my three siblings and I
with her petty trading, while my dad just lazes
around our one room apartment which serves as
our bedroom, parlor, kitchen etc.
I never had that parental love and care every
child gets from their parents. I always took care of
myself, advised myself, got whatever I wanted for
myself by myself, even though my mum always
tried her best to put food on the table and send
us to school.
I was in my Junior Secondary School when this
older bros started showing interest in me. He was
like 10yrs older than I.
Even though I used to see him as an uncle, he
started writing me love notes, bought me gifts
like pants, textbooks, perfumes, cash etc, Things
my parents couldn’t afford, so I started liking him
and seeing him like a God sent. Then he started
inviting me to his house and did some funny
things to me each time I visited.
I was always struggling with him to stop. At times
before he could even penetrate he would have
released on me already. That was how I got
pregnant at 15 years without knowing because to
me I didn’t really do anything. After 3months
neighbours started noticing some changes in me.
My mum was not always around. My so-called
boyfriend also noticed and took me for a
pregnancy test which confirmed positive. He then
took me for an abortion, but unfortunately the
doctor did a bad job.
I started bleeding after some days with very
heavy flow and thick blood to almost the point of
death. My dad then went an reported what was
happening to my aunt that stays around us. She
came and took me to the hospital. At the hospital
the scan revealed I had an incomplete abortion,
and that I needed to wash my womb ASAP or else
I was going to bleed to death. I was taken into
another verse of painful process. I was asked who
got me pregnant but I refused to say a word.
After everything I became okay and got back on
my feet.
Fast forward to 5yrs later. I was living with that
same guy in his house because he got admission
for me where he relocated to, far away from my
parents. After staying at home for so long after
my SSCE and doing a lot of sales girl job for
people and receiving a lot of insults of my life, I
had no choice but to grab the opportunity.
I started from pre-degree, after which I would be
given entry into 100 level. My parents only
managed to raise my school fees, and that was it;
no feeding, accommodation, or even money for
upkeep, so I had to depend on him 4 everything.
I did everything in this life to please him, but he
was never satisfied. I did everything in the house:
washing, cleaning, cooking, etc, still he looked for
every little opportunity to hit me. At times he
beat me so hard that I felt like dying. I had
bruises all over my body and all that, but still I
would be the one to beg for forgiveness or else he
stop buying food, or threaten to throw me out on
the street. He never ceases to remind me that he
is my god and without him I am nothing.
This is 2015, I am in my 200L. All I want to do is
finish school, get a job and help my family. My
parents till now only manage to pay my school
fees.
I have had it up to here with this man. I am going
crazy already. I don’t have my own money to
pack out or even take care of myself. My parents
are still struggling to survive back at home with
my other siblings. I can’t ask for what they don’t
have. This man has refused to change, he treats
me like poo. What ever I say is insult to him. Even
though he has promised to marry me, but if a
relationship can be this painful and unhappy, I
wonder what marriage will be like.
Right I now have lost count of how many
abortions I have committed for him which he sees
as no big deal. Please I need all the help, advice
and anything in the world I can get to save me
from this pains and suffering, because I am losing
my mind already. At a time I even thought of
killing myself to end it all.
I didn’t give too much details because I fear he
might get to read this, because if he finds out i’m
dead meat.
I promise that all I have written here is nothing
but the truth. God Almighty is my witness. People
see me outside as a happy girl. Even though I try
so hard to be happy and look my best but, deep
down within me i’m not. I pray to God everyday
to change my story but I don’t know what I ever
did wrong to deserve all these unhappiness,
pains, sorrow and everything.
Source: www.hotgistng.com/2015/06/i-am-tired-of-being-his-s-ex-machine-and-abortion-bag-please-help/

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