It’s easy to fool people when they only see what you want them to.
He knew how to smile in public, how to be charming in a crowd.
He even carried the title of minister.
But behind closed doors, he was violent, controlling, and cruel.

He didn’t just raise his voice—he raised his hands.
He didn’t just make mistakes—he made threats.
He tried to break me in every way: emotionally, physically, and spiritually.

I lived in survival mode—walking on eggshells, never knowing what would set him off.
I endured insults, intimidation, destruction, betrayal, and worse.
He didn’t just hurt me—he damaged things you can’t see.
And he hurt his children, too.

But here’s what he didn’t destroy:
My spirit.
My strength.
My voice.

For a long time, I stayed quiet—not because I was weak, but because I was trying to survive.
Now I speak not for attention, but for freedom.
Because I know there’s someone out there living this reality in silence, wondering if they’ll ever feel whole again.

I want you to know:
You are not alone.
You are not to blame.
And you are not what they tried to reduce you to.

Healing is messy. It’s painful. But it’s possible.
I’m still healing. But I’m standing.
And I’m not hiding anymore.

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