I heard a story of a woman, who's love life was a tragedy, maybe just like the others who were able to keep it hidden.
The love of her life that she had dreamed of didn't seem to be any closer to what we could say back in the day, 'Prince Charming' or in today's world 'the Ross to his Rachel'.
Her dreams ended the day the man took up to the gruesome act of cruelty. Wacking, belting and throwing on her his unforgiving masculinity in the form of power.
No mercy in his eyes for her even though it was his choice to marry Her and bring her into his life, in the hope to have for himself a wife and a daughter for his mother who's age had taken a toll on her sight.
Her marriage seemed so dreadful, the ones hearing her cries for help and her pain from the torture would tremble while comforting her. It didn't seem that easy.
It didn't seem like it could ever look any better. Though the torment caused to her by her not so 'knight in shining armor', her life had been blessed with three most beautiful babies.
Those rosy cheeks and dimple chin a gift from God as to what she believed. But was it really so dreamy as we could see it or was it another appalling truth behind these curtains.
Was the terror not put to an end? Was it just those facts the world would rather shun, than accept the fact that in the world where we can find such astonishing proposal stories, below the Effile tower,
there are yet many damsels in distress going through the marital rape.