"I was in an abusive relationship with him for nine years. He was my first love and I couldn't bring myself to leave despite his actions.
I hoped he would change one day, but it only got worse. After two years or so, I knew if we were going to get married, I needed to assert myself in some way so, whenever he wants to hit me, I would threaten to hit back or injure myself.
He calmed down till that day the Manchester team was playing a match. He loves football and his friends came over to his apartment to watch with him. I went into the room to sleep so the boys can have their time. A heavy slap on my right cheek woke me up after some minutes. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or real life, but the second one confirmed it was real. 'Who called you your mobile line he asked? Who sent this message?' He stood over my head and was shouting. His friends rushed into the room and I supported my head with my hands, trying to understand what was going on. When I finally opened the message, it was a friend who asked me, 'Where are you? I checked on you but you were not around.' His friends berated him for his actions and I made up my mind to end the relationship at that moment. I've had enough. He knelt and begged me with his friends and said I should stay the night since it was already late. That's what he does; he begs but won't change his abusive nature. Out of respect for his friends, I stayed for the night and very early the next day, I left for good.
On my way out, I saw a lady he has been cheating on me with waiting for him. I knew he was cheating all these times but, I was a fool for love. I believed we would end up together having gone through so much. I smiled at her and walked away. I heard he later married the lady.
Not long after that, he fell seriously ill and was hospitalized. I went to visit him and heard the lady wreaked havoc on his life, destroying his finances and leaving him in a sad state. Looking at the once tall and handsome Peter lying helplessly sick in that bed killed my spirit. I wept. He only managed to smile and had no strength to speak. I went back again to visit him after some days and the nurses stopped me at the entrance; he was dead. I'm only left with memories of him now."