I really appreciate my very good friend, @tpkidkai for putting up this contest for people to share their "Wasak"/brokenhearted experiences with the steemit community. I employ every one of my friends to take part in this #Brokenhearted contest. I believe this is fun. This is my entry;
3 years ago, I met this young guy at the canteen in the university where I school. He sat directly opposite me to eat. I didn't mind who was looking at me because I took time to deal with my lunch mercilessly.
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After lunch, we got chatty and exchanged contacts afterwards. We did the friend zone kind of friendship for some weeks, and finally we became dates.
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Little did I know I had signed an undertaking to be a Prisoner of love. I was living my worse nightmares.
He treated me with so much disregard. I became his "sister" in the presence of his concubines in the morning, and his object of abuse at night. I became a physical, mental and emotional slave. I spoke less and listened more, I was covered with a veil of fear. I trembled at hearing his voice from a distance and his presence. I was subjected to seeing myself with such low self esteem. I was made to believe I have nothing to offer to the world. Socialism was rebuked by him. He infected me with ignorance. Paganism was his best recommendation to me. I lost my virtue as a woman to a demon. I was shattered beyond fixture. I lost my voice. I bled day and night non stop for 1 year. I was heartbroken.
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One day, I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself;
I know my worth, I am a woman of virtue. I can never be an object of abuse again. I am a great woman, I am Lizzie Harrison.
I summoned courage and put an end to the acidic relationship I got into. I was free from emotional prison, I was free from torture, I broke out of bondage. Every experience I had, made me a strong woman that I am today.
Photo Caption: Myself
This is my brokenhearted story. What is yours?
I love you.