Storms of love

Bored with being at home working hard and ironing, cooking and cleaning; she decided to take a walk to town. She had rarely came out of the house. If anything she was a stay at home wife. 

As she retreated towards the shopping centre, she saw him. Her husband, tangled in the arms of a lithe woman, laughing and kissing passionately at the local coffee shop. She stopped in her tracks, her body inert. She’d heard about it from the people on social media but she trusted him. She might have been a bit dubious as love had become its own opposite at home but she didn’t believe people from the outside. She had taught herself to never believe people’s rumours. 

Her heart had stopped beating her body had frozen at that moment she believed she was half dead and half alive. There she was doing all of her home duties because she believed he loved her and that she loved him and there he was spreading his wings with other women. 

As her mind diverted from doing shopping to getting her clothes and leaving him, she forgot how she had gotten there  and turned back, crying. Tears washed away with the rain and as she got home she sat on the bed, weak to even start packing her belongings. 

Two hours later he arrived home and found her drenched in tears. He didn’t even bother to ask what had went wrong. Instead he greeted her morosely and headed to the shower. When he was finished he came to the living room and found her sitting on the sofa, the tv off and the room darksome. 

It wasn’t the first time she had witness such betrayal. She had allowed his beatings across her body, she had forgave him in the name of love. How long would she have to endure such abuse? 

“Who is she?” She asked and he chuckled. 

“Who are you talking about? Where is the food, I’m starving” he threw himself onto the sofa. 

“The woman you were with two hours ago. I saw the two of you snogging and all” 

“I don’t know what you are talking about. You are crazy and lonely maybe it’s just one of your unfortunate imaginings” he said looking at his phone scrolling. 

She felt ridiculed and unloved. She got up from the sofa saying “call her and tell her to Fucking cook for you. I am not your slave” 

Those words didn’t sit well with her tempestuous husband. Ronald waisted no seconds and threw away his phone lunging for her and backhanding her across her face making her land back onto the sofa. 

While she suffered from the heat of his slap he was onto her with his hands on her neck pressing and clenching his fingers against her throat, blocking every access to air. She fough against his grip but it tightened, clouds formed in her brains, her vision blurred, her body began losing power and strength. She couldn’t hear any of his malicious words as he cursed while choking her against the sofa. 

As her eyes shut, her breath became little to hold her entire body, she passed out. The next thing, she woke up on a bed and Ronald was all smiles next to her holding a cup of hot chocolate. 

“I am sorry, Kathy” he said the moment she opened her eyes. 

Horror clouded her, her heart tied knots. Ronald war the masquerade of a man she had fallen in love with not the one that hit and bullied her. 

In that moment she fell in love with him all over again. The weight of her love for Ronald overwhelmed the weight of her hate for him. It was perhaps the hundredth time he had hit her like that and sometimes more than that but she always came back to him. 

She loved him. 

“You know I didn’t mean to. You ask too many questions about stuff that aren’t real. Why would I cheat on you, I love you Kathy and I would never do anything to hurt you.” Seeing him apologetic with tears mirrored on his eyes made her heart swell. 

He didn’t mean it, she told herself. So she lifted her head off the pillows and kissed him. Kissed him with tears falling down her eyes. 

“I forgive you Ron but I can’t live like this” she whispered and Ron pulled away from the kiss and stumbled away walking back and forth in the room. 

“You can’t leave me Kathy.” He cried out trembling. 

“I can’t live like this Ron” she emphasised and Ron trembled. 

“If you dare leave me I will kill myself” as he said that Kathy changed her mind in a spit of a second. That was the last thing she wanted to live with for the rest of her life. Guilt. Guilt that her actions had led to someone’s suicide and so she got up from the bed and went to hug her husband as he overreacted. 

“It’s okay Ron, I am not going anywhere” she whispered and he went on saying a myrad of affectionate lies in her mind she knew tomorrow or even before the end of the day, he would say something that would hurt her. And he could beat her up again. 

But she loved him. At least she thought she did. 

11 thoughts on “Storms of love

  1. I wonder if anyone will ever write a story about the masculine enduring domestic violence? I didn’t like the what happened in the story but it was well written. I think tho, because men are physically stronger than women, all people ever talk about is women suffering domestic violence. But what if, a woman lied on her masculine equal and destroyed everything he worked for because he wanted to love her. She is so afraid of being hurt in love, she lied on him to save her career while destroying his. Mind you, he’s never hurt her or done anything to hurt her. Would the masculine be in the wrong for having rage? Still, he never hurt her after all of her antics. That’s domestic violence also.. But she blamed him for domestic violence.. I hope feminine energy changes for the greater good along with any man who subjects a woman to domestic abuse.

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    1. I totally understand what you mean. I will be exploring all kinds of domestic abuses that I have witnessed, lived through and that I know are less likely voiced. Thank you for voicing out your views and opinion on this subject

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