Marriage

I had just entered university when a man who was 10 years older than me came to my class.

He was a tall and tall dark figure, his eyes were scary to me, he didn't calm me down, I quickly answered no.

At the insistence of his family, they came again. Khastgari asked me to talk for a few sessions.

I said to myself, we will talk, then I will say no.

One night, my great uncle came to our house and said that you are taking too much time, boy, what do you want so well that he doesn't have?

I said to myself, they are telling the truth, what does life want other than wanting to be happy and be a mother, that I find it so difficult.

Then I decided in my mind that he has very good manners, he is polite, he agrees with every request and opinion I have, and he keeps saying that he is very happy that he met someone like me, who is cheerful and well-spoken.

I said to myself, so I will say yes and my love will come after marriage and a happy life and then I will become a mother. I was the mother of 5 children. I was 19 years old and I could become the mother of a child, a busy house full of happiness.

I said yes to the love of motherhood and everything started very quickly, the wedding and...

Everything was fine for about 5 or 6 months.

But slowly, he started harassing me, constantly beating me, locking me in the house...

I am afraid that what if the family finds out? What if my mom and dad become sad?

I continued...

I used to complain for months, saying that we went to another city to look for work so that the bruises on my body would heal.

Despite all these events, I did not lose heart, I sang, I danced, I imagined a good life in my mind, and when I saw my family, I tried to just laugh.

I kept telling myself that if I become a mother, my life will change, everything will be fine...

After two years, with all his bad behavior, I realized that he is cheating on me. I couldn't bear it anymore, when I told him to explain to me, he beat me for 4 hours and finally he said that my mom was cheating on my dad and I would beat you not to be like my mom.

I felt very sorry for him, I wanted to help him, but I couldn't, betrayal was my red line...

I brought it to my family with my misfortune and quickly. When my father saw my body and bruises, he could not bear it and said that I should break up with him...