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My Love (I am walking away)

By Siya Mcuta

My love I have been through hell.

Sometimes I thought I would never make it.

You broke my heart so many times it became a norm. I became your punching bag yet I never complained. Whenever you felt the need to scream you somehow screamed at me and the scary part was, I let you.

My friends would ask me why I had a black eye. Why I did not pitch for a picnic.

I would tell them I tripped and hit the door. I wouldn’t tell them that you hit me so hard everything went blank for a few minutes.

Or that you hadn’t granted me permission to go out.

I stuck to my story even when they didn’t believe me; I somehow knew they would judge you.  Or me for that matter.

I knew that if I told them what happened they would fill my head with doubt or they would feel sorry for me and I needed to believe in us.

When you came home with flowers, to apologize for throwing me off the wall or hitting me because I refused to give you sex, you were loving and charming. It reminded me of the days we used to love each other, of the promises you made to me and somehow I made myself believe that you will remember and we would go back to the way we were.

You kept reminding about how lucky I am to have you in my life. How much I needed you. But you forgot to mention how lucky or even blessed you were to have me in yours, how lucky you were to have been loved so purely.

You forgot to mention that you had never before found the kind of love I gave you.

That my unconditional love shocked you so much that you made sure I never left by breaking every promise you had ever made to me.

By breaking my spirit.

I was never good enough. You made me loathe myself.

I depended on you spiritually, physically and emotionally. Even the clothes I put on my body you had to approve.

You forgot to mention how unlucky you would be if left. So I found the strength within to leave.

I finally found the strength when I looked in the mirror and a stranger looked back. A weak, self-loathing woman. I saw a reflection of someone who let you dictate their life to them. A young lost woman who allowed another human being treat her like she never belonged.

I took the first step and I never looked back. And even though the scars are deep, in time they will heal. I could stay angry at you and hate you for all the things you did but then I know you hated yourself more than I could hate you. I choose to be free of this anger, I choose to forgive you and move on with life.

There is one thing I’d like to say to you. Thank you for showing me how much a person can hate and thank you for the good things you did for me. I have learned a lot from you but most of all I have learned that all along I had a choice and the power to change my situation.

I am letting you go with all that you had to offer.

I thought you broke me but nothing you could do to me that could take my being.

I will love hard. Trust with all I have. I will believe in myself more and grab every opportunity to show my strength with all I have.

I hope you find happiness in your life and the self-hatred dissolves.

Goodbye.

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8 comments on “My Love (I am walking away)

  1. abimbola
    08/11/2012

    So pathetic but am glad you found the courage to move on! Many atimes, it isn’t about the physical humiliation but the emotional trauma and dis-order faced during those moment of torture! Time heals all wounds! You shall surely find someone who will worship and adore your Love!

  2. veryproundtobe
    02/11/2012

    wow….so sad…

    very happy for you that finally you found the courage to walk away!!!!!! bravo…

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  4. malef
    02/11/2012

    Sad reality! This is painful. I don’t get why a woman has to beat up her lover… It doesn’t make sense but unfortunately it happens. I’ve seen it in real life.

  5. cupcake
    02/11/2012

    sounds fo familiar, thanks for sharing on behalf of some of us too ashamed to face up to. Thank you

  6. Amelia Queerhart
    01/11/2012

    Siya, thank you so much for sharing this. Abuse in queer relationships is so often silenced and it is so brave of you for speaking out. You are a wonderful writer

  7. שרון הר פז
    01/11/2012

    So sad, but yet – so encouraging and brave

  8. Mercy
    01/11/2012

    Am happy you found the strenght to walk away………..time heals all wounds xoxo

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