…maybe it was beyond jealousy, for on the exact day my pregnancy clocked seven months. I had argued with him for continuously coming back late at night. I had to know what kept him outside that late but he replied with series of hits and slaps.
It was an unpleasant experience.
I have watched women being bullied; I never thought it would be me someday. Also, I have watched bullied women stand up and fight back for themselves. Well, this I did! Anger got the best of me, more like it bundled me with all of it and left me to explode. I flared up, hitting Jerry’s chest as hard as I could. Holding my hands together with his large palm, he flung me to the sofa and made his way to the door. I stood up and challenged him; “Don’t even think of stepping a foot out of this house…
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