A Facebook user Cynthia Valerian Raphaels posted this on Facebook Yesterday.

This goes a long way to show that men are also abused.
The identity of the narrator is however hidden.
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"Hmmmmm, waking up to read this message on my inbox made me weak to the bone. May his soul find peace, Amen!

Ana eme!



Madam today is the memory of my legend, ( my late father) 14 years ago, he was laid to rest! His memory still remains fresh in the heart of those who love him. I miss you daddy.

Madam I wish to share my family story with you, since I have been on social media and reading relationship updates, I have never seen a page very fruitful and educative like yours . My story is heartbreaking, the story of my late father, he was all I got, his death took the most deepest part of me. The very minute he was laid to rest, nothing means the world again to me. Daddy know that where ever you are,your daughter misses you and in my next world, you will always be my father. My father under went a lot in the hands of my mother, though I haven't seen her since 9 years I got married . Me seeing her after I left on the day my daddy was buried, I packed and left, seeing her again,was on my marriage day. I have forgiven her, but she will neither get close to me or my children, not in this life . Madam Cynthia , yes men get abused and my father was one man who endured till he gave up. I am the first child of my parent. My father was a bank manager, he always provide whatever we need. Whatever my mother say, he does without asking what she needs the money for .

She tortured him, not one minute of peace. As little as I was, I can recall she slapping my daddy on different occasions when he questions her on where she went. My father believed in the sanity of marriage and he doesn't want a separation because of us the kids. My daddies work is very demanding and from his work he will come pick us from school while my mother is at home sleeping . It got to a time, he was almost sacked and he found a driver for us, though he was trying to save cost by coming to pick us himself. Once we get home, he will bath us, and my mother will still be on phone talking to her friends and my father will go to the kitchen and start cooking what we will eat.

Madam if I start remembering what happened when we were small, I will put a bullet to my mothers skull. When my daddy finishes cooking, my mother will be the first to go take food and eat. I came across my dad washing clothes one day and I saw my mothers bras and pants in it. That was when I took over the washing at 13years and relieved my father of that. My mother prefers to go out with friends than stay at home with us on weekends, so my daddy is always there to look into our homework. Even in school when parents meeting will be called, my father is the person who comes, the school barely know my mother. I grew up knowing what womanhood was from my father. He taught me all I know. My daddy so much loved my mother that whenever he goes out, he will find something to buy for her, to make her happy, some she says thank you and some she doesn't.

The name calling are unbearable, fool, idiot, I managed to Marry your type,you are not my ideal man, I will soon leave you and marry another suitable man. She killed my daddies pride! She ridiculed his ego. Sometimes my father cry in his heart whenever I am around for me not to see. After my coming, my mother stayed 5 years before my twin siblings came . My father became a ghost of himself. The torture was painful. My mother had her separate room, so she sleeps there often with the twins, me and my daddy sleep on his bed, sometimes when I wake up, I will look for him, but will see him on my mother door kneeling down , asking her to open the door for him. As small as I am, I will go and kneel with him, asking him to get up and go to sleep.

Sometimes he kneels down at the blessed sacrament altar in our house to cry because my dad is a staunch Catholic , he will cry till he is tired . My mother detest my daddies people with passion, so no one nears our house at all. I have asked her severally what they did, she said nothing, just that that are coming to scatter the wealth that she suffered for. She slapped me at 14 years when I asked her what wealth, that she has been a house wife , so where is the wealth? That is only my daddy that is making the money, the slap she gave me , landed me on the floor. My mother never for once go to the market to buy me bra, my father did. One day I asked my dad, how did you and mummy meet, he said he met her back in university days when a man who promised her marriage dissapointed her and married her friend , that my mother is acting that way because of betrayed trust. I told him even at that, she shouldn't transfer aggression to you who is innocent. My daddy said they courted for 9 months before he married her. My mothers friends has never entered our house and behaved themselves, either they are drinking or dancing In front of us, sometimes my mother ask us to leave when my daddy is not at home.

Oh madam, I never had a peaceful childhood. I started cooking at 14, to help my father. My grandmother came just once and visited, the cold reception my mother gave her was nothing to write home about. She served her cold food, I was the one who went to warm it for her, when I brought it back for her, she said she has lost appetite.
When I was 16 years, I was molested by my secondary school teacher, telling my mother, she said go talk to your father, I waited for my father to return before I complained, he took the case to the later, till the teacher was sacked.

My two twin brothers took the footstool of my mother, one is in nigeria prison for rape and the other is surviving with his plumbering job, when he found out that robbing people of their property isn't safe anymore, that he can be caught and sent to jail, so he learnt plumber work. The kind of disturbing names my mother shouts on my daddy is not funny. I thank God that people knew he was a great man. The two storey building at my mothers place was built by my father. Yes, he loves my mother beyond repair, he took all she did as if it was nothing, the thorn kept piercing his heart . I refused going to boarding school just to stay close to my father. When I finished school, I got into the university, my father had stroke at 54 years. That was the period I vowed never to have a mother. She left my daddy to our mercy, all she does is to ask him how he is doing, and to tell him that he smells sometimes . For 2 years, i didn't concentrate in school till my father recovered. That period my mothers late night was something else . It got to a time, her own mother called her and told her she is ashamed to call her her daughter, that what is wrong with her ? She transferred the aggression on me saying am the one telling her mother what she is saying. I thank God my father healed and I sat him down with his friend to tell him to speak up, that he has tried to condone a lot. Madam Cynthia, my father spoke up very late,almost at the point of death.

My university education was badly affected. My brothers got into the university, joined cults and got erosticated from school. My mother fought to bribe her way to help them. My Final year was when life lost meaning to me. My father called me saying he is feeling as if his breathing isn't normal, my mother traveled to their house, saying she wants to attend her sisters daughters wedding. After the wedding, she stayed like one whole week leaving my father and our nanny, an older lady she brought to help keep the house neat because we are all in school. I rushed home, saw my father, he was looking healthy, but I noticed he was fighting it had to breath, I asked the nanny to help me take him down the stair case ,let me bring the car keys, I can drive, my father taught me . When we got to the hospital, his bp was terribly high. He was admitted. I picked up a phone to call my mother, my father said I shouldn't bother. I got angry left his side, left the room to call my mother, asking her how she left home and never cared to check up on her husband, she said isn't the nanny there to take care of him? That was her question, I just switched off .

She later came after three days to the hospital, but the next day my daddy was discharged, so we got home and my exam was the next two day, my last exam before my Defence. I instructed the nanny on what to do, and she shouldn't hesitate to call me once my daddy starts getting worse, immediately I left and went back to school. On the day we started exam was the day my father died. I felt it in the morning, because my flower vase fell all the way from the center of the table. My water gallon broke, for 4 years, I have used it till that day. The one that got me mad, was my exam card, I looked for it till I got tired not knowing I was wearing it inside my shirt . My father died in the morning, when I finished writing my exam, I started calling my daddies phone, he did not pick up , I called our nanny, she said she left our house yesterday to see her mother who called that she is sick. I picked phone, called my mother and she said my dad is fine and she gave him food in the morning before leaving the house, and she will soon leave her fiends place home. I wasn't comfortable so, I left school immediately, saying once I see my father healthy, I will rush back to school and start preparing for my next paper. When I got home, my mother wasn't back yet, my brother was down stairs smoking, I asked about daddy, he said he should be in his room, I was singing climbing the stairs, dropped my bag, went to meet him where he is lying , his eyes were closed, so I tapped him to tell him, I am around, he never responded, pushed him to know if he can wake up, no way, when I started shouting my brother came upstairs and I ran out to go called my fathers brother,and they confirmed him dead, we took him to a doctor, and he said, it's been long he died. Life lost its meaning for me, I didn't know what I was doing. I carried my daddies head up to my lap and cried, life why me? My mother came back when we brought my daddies corpse back from the hospital, thinking of which mortuary to take him too. When she started crying, people that knew her, never even looked her way. My father died in pain and agony. Life was so unfair to him, he was tortured to death.

It was only God who wrote my exams for me because I can't understand anything, anymore . After my fathers burial, I packed to go live with my grandparents and I stayed there till I got married. My father was a victim of abuse and he died loving my mother, I am married and I want to love my husband till death, I have kids and I will train them responsibly. My mother has fought to see me , but all to no avail, my husband has asked me to let it go, but all I told him was, h never understood because he never walked in my shoes. I was touched to go see my brother at the prison, he was so ashamed of himself, life taught him a lesson the hard way"

Madam a lot of men are abused daily but they don't want to speak up. My father was one, millions are out there . I rest my pen here madam Cynthia, good day to you .

This story got me thinking seriously.. Chai

https://www.nairaland.com/3579174/untold-story-abused-husband#52913841

Duplicated topic. No need calling lala...

Lets see wot the poster below will say... I reserve my comment

pocohantas:
https://www.nairaland.com/3579174/untold-story-abused-husband#52913841

Duplicated topic. No need calling lala...

Oh, really?
Nice to see that someone already made people read the story. Thanks

mothers from the pit of hell.....my mums case is similar but thank god dad facilitated the divorce papers before she could kill him. up till now, I wonder how a nice and sweet woman will become a monster once all d comforts diminishes.

I didn't know when tears started falling down my eyes

Watch how a group of so-called anti-abuse brigade will avoid this thread like a plaque. Apparently abuse only counts if it's a woman that's at the receiving end. Men, children etc, all don't matter.

Remind me again why people are taking these double faced hypocrites seriously

This brought tears to my eyes....

cutechi:
This brought tears to my eyes....

Me too....so touching

Gudfrie:


Me too....so touching

Too touching

Lord make me a humble wife, lord help me to respect, love and help my husband. mine is not this bad but I don't watch her insult my father. once she tries it I give it back to her that is why I give my all to my father. lord help me to make my father proud Amen,i always tell him to hold on us the girls that we will always love him more. sorry my sister because the worst thing that can happen to you is to have a monster in the shape of a mother.

ReneeNuttall:
mothers from the pit of hell.....my mums case is similar but thank god dad facilitated the divorce papers before she could kill him. up till now, I wonder how a nice and sweet woman will become a monster once all d comforts diminishes.

Deep...

Funny how this thread seems devoid of the usual, ah, shall we say, party of women-defenders