Ace Of Spade

I've had enough and have learned the hard way.
I no longer ask for love.
All I ask for is Time and little things such as:
Be on time, clean the house, give me the material things I need and not want.

Just those simple things and still you can't give them to me.
What can you give?

It was break time and we waited for our turn in our final mock chats. It's a practice chat for chat support representatives. Everyone was bored, most women were at my table. Some of them I like and those I didn't like transferred to my table. One of my friend named Jane asked our gay friend on what he thinks about her ex boyfriend. Jane went on with her story that I've heard days ago, and which she has been asking most of us for days. We all knew her story so Mady started her own.

She told us how abusive her first boyfriend was to her. Then Stephanie shared her story on how she lost her two front teeth from one blow of her ex-boyfriend's punch. Mady always lied to her friends and family whenever they ask about her bruise. One time she had two black eyes and she said that she fell and her sunglasses bruised her eyes. There was also one time when she was still in college. Her boyfriend opened her email and read her exs emails which was so long ago. He called Mady up, told her to go where he was. Mady was confused but went there anyway and the moment she stepped on the door steps. A strong blow of punch greeted her lip.

Their stories were sad but they somehow manage to laugh about it since it happened long time ago.

One thing I'm only proud of this abusive relationship I have with my husband, is that he never hit me or abused me physically. We've been through so much. I've been through so much pain and I even thought I got the worst, but God opened my eyes. He showed me that there are people out there who had been through so much pain than I had. My husband may be a bad liar, cheater and a womanizer but at least he cooks for me, and gives me what I want. he continually spoils me.

I only asked Mady, Stephanie and Jane two questions that day. "For how long were you abused?" Most of them answered more than three years. Then my second question was "Why didn't you just run away or break up with them?" Their answers were the same, "because he was my first and I was afraid that no one else would take me."

Years had passed and they finally broke up with their boyfriends. Now, they are free and they laugh about those things.

It's been YEARS since my last post. To some who have been here before; you might want to ask how's everything with my life, particularly in relationships and emotions. Well, I now have so much more to add. Life is still treating me cruelly and it's not all my fault. So many people have contributed now.

Updates:

1. My husband or the main subject this blog has been bitching on, had cheated on me 6 times already.

2. Two bitches to add on this story

3. I am drowsy and will continue later on with my life.