I told him I was done and as soon as it was daybreak, I would be leaving. He looked me dead in the eyes and gave me the most painful slap I’ve ever recieved my entire life, my right eyes instantly closed. I cried and he kept hitting me until I became unconscious. It was the first time he was hitting me, his cousins heard my screams and barged into our room, I think they pulled him off me because as soon as I came through, I saw them outside beating the daylights out of him and screaming “you should never hit a woman!” Well, that was the last of it because I left that very morning, it was 2am and I called a driver who took me to a short let apartment .
I stayed there for 2 weeks until my bruises fully healed before going home. I didn’t want my mother asking me what happened and getting worried. I didn’t want anyone asking questions. He called, begged, sent gifts and even asked his mother to beg on his behalf, but I never took him back. I wasn’t raised that way. I know our cultures and upbringings are different as he was a Spaniard and I am a Nigerian but I also believe that we were raised first as humans and no matter where you are from, what is wrong is wrong! I am answering this anonymously for obvious reasons. Here is a little background on me for context. At the time I was a 39yr old recently separated mother of 4 young children.