Ed Innocent 🇿🇦

During my secondary school days, I spent part of my summer holiday with a wealthy uncle—a distant uncle. I witnessed him beat his wife. Not once. Not twice. He slapped her, shouted at her, and humiliated her over the smallest things. One day, I asked her why she stayed. She said, "My children. I don't want to leave them." I asked her what happens if she d!es? Will the children stop living? Won't life go on? All my days there, he never ate his wife's food. That house was a prison. No laughter, no happiness. Even the children had learned to live quietly, almost as if making noise was a crime. I couldn't bear it. Me that loves laughing over every little thing. I left after two weeks instead of spending the entire month. Make I go de laugh for my papa house. Two years later, she d!ed. Not directly from domestic violence as I heard, but I know such environment shortens lifespan. She was around 30 or 40. Sometimes, staying in an abusive marriage doesn't save a family. It destroys everyone slowly.