He would beat her for the most trivial of reasons. If breakfast was not ready by 7a.m every day, except on weekends, then she had served trouble for herself. He would take out his belt, the one he never wore, and swing it this way and that. When he’s done, he would return the belt to its special space in the closet. Then he would sit by her side as she wept. The tears never dropped from his eyes, they just hung loosely at the corner of his eyes. He would place his hand across her shoulder and pull her close to himself. He would whisper softly into her ear; words she knew he meant, but she never understood why he hurt her over and over again.

She would look at the belt marks on her body, and then into his big brown eyes. She would see those years when their marriage was filled with nothing but joy and laughter.

The next time he brought out the belt, she knew she had to do something. She wanted the beatings to end permanently. So when he left for work she went to see her mother.

“How long has this been going on?” Her mother asked her as she pushed her big round glasses up her nose a bit.
“Six months”, she replied.
“Do you still love him?”
“Yes mum.”
“And you still want to be with him?”
“He’s not a bad person mum, I know I can…”
“Do you still want to be with him?” Her mother echoed loudly.
“Yes mum. I want to be with him, but without the beatings.”

When she left her mother’s place she knew what she had to do. She spent the rest of the afternoon packing her things into boxes. She kept the boxes at a corner in the room. When he returned from work, he ate dinner and went up to the room; he did not notice the boxes that were kept at a corner of the room. He just went straight to bed and slept off.

When he woke up the next morning, the boxes she kept at a corner of the room were gone. He got ready for work and came down to the breakfast table. He sat down and opened the dish in front of him. He looked inside and instead of food he found a note with his name on it. It read:

“I love you but I hate the beatings. I

am tired of trying to cope with both. Living

with you has become a plague and it’s not

my fault. I dreamt of you as a father and I a


When he was done reading the note, the tears that often hung loosely in his eyes, but never dropped, now flowed freely down his face. It was all clear before him now- she was gone.

Meanwhile, she was at her mother’s house hoping that he got the hidden message in the note she left for him.

I love you but I hate the beatings. I

am tired of trying to cope with both. Living

with you has become a plague and it’s not

my fault. I dreamt of you as a father and I a



16 thoughts on “WALK AWAY OR STAY PUT.

  1. I have always had the idea that except the woman pushes the man over or does something very, very stupid a man in his right senses will not naturally beat a woman, I like the idea of the hidden message I guess I will be using that…

  2. Truly amazing piece of writing here….your approach is endearing but I say that our victim here needs to grow up emotionally. The clue resonates hope which I like, but is she willing to face the demons which will follow if he “got” her message?
    Violence against anyone is an abominable offense. Victims are torn between their knowledge of their loved ones and facing the Jekyll and Hyde personalities all to familiar when the attacks occur. It is clear to me that there are both psychological and emotional problems attached to the husband….I could go on Scopeman,lol…I will leave you to fill me in huh?

    • As much as we cannot excuse any form of spousal abuse, I would not blame or condemn anyone who wishes to stay with the abusive spouse, if conditions were different, love is such a strange and strong force…I agree that no one can make someone else change, but someone can be the reason for one to change.
      I think the wife in my story did the wise thing by going away, yet hoping that he would realise himself and find reasons to change.

      I’m glad you enjoyed this…Thank you so much.

    • Do you mean, ‘Broken heart’? Because I believe that a broken spirit is the Lord’s to mend.

      I will post an article soon on ‘Heartbreaks’, just after I publish Part 3 of ‘Hell Hath No Fury’. Do keep coming back for more. Regards!

  3. Lol…You got me Scope…my emotions! Yeah, the spirit is the lords to mend. How do you begin to mend a broken heart? When my loved ones bring me down, it’s as though my entire being is destabilized…only them are capable of evoking this feelings from me. I can’t begin to tell you what happens when my husband falls in this category;thankfully that’s something that is (touch wood) not frequent in my world….enough said, so looking forward to “HEARTBREAKS”.

    • Well, there really isn’t any direct manual that guides one to fix a broken heart, it all stems from a deep resolve and understanding, and the right support mostly.
      I will post the article soon…Regards!

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