Against My Wishes it Is so Unfair

Against My Wishes

It is so unfair to force a person to do something that they don't really want to do especially when it comes to forcing a woman into marriage against her wishes, and having to live with a man who is totally disgusting, but seems to be the ideal choice because he is extremely rich. Here I am today, completely abandoned, with my eyes shut along with my self-shut valley of emotions. Now, I cannot love. I refuse to love simply because everyone refused to listen to me. My only interest now is helping women like myself, and this no one can take away from me.

I was begging and pleading with my family for weeks before the worst day of my life inevitably came. I thought about running away but where would I go. I was not that ambitious. In fact, I can very easily say that I was a coward. My family was not abusive, merely determined. They believed that they knew best and though we were living in the 20th century it seemed as my parents hade remained in the past. Throughout my life they had treated me like a girl with no mind of her own and believed that I was being groomed for marriage so that when that actually happened I could not fight nor could I raise my voice aggressively.

Pierre and I had been in school together. He was the most violent and spoiled child I had ever seen in my entire life. He once beat me up too, severely. I needed stitches on my forehead after he finished with me. It so happened that his father and mine attended university together, so nothing much was done. I managed to survive the trauma then. Besides I didn't have to be friends with him, so it was alright.

That was a completely different scene altogether. Now, when my parents decided to get the two of us paired up for life, the ugly memories of those horrid days at school swung back in my mind. But here I was, and being brought up in an orthodox Christian family, it was pretty symbolic that I was to be lead like a lamb to the slaughterhouse. Everyone was so cruel, and why was I the one who had to be the perfect Christian and make my life an example for others to follow?

When the day finally came, everyone smiled. I smiled too, but in my heart my tears fell like raindrops. Here I was standing in front of the alter, all dressed in white, ready to get married. But it seemed as though I was getting ready to end my life rather than start one afresh.

It was exactly like a nightmare. Pierre smiled like the devil would. In fact I was of the impression that he might even be the devil. Throughout the wedding reception he held my hand tight, so tight that I could feel my bones cracking against each other. And I knew that this was just the beginning of a rotten marriage that would inevitably lead to a divorce with him as well as my family and my faith too.

His evil words that he uttered to me on the wedding night still echo inside my head and send shivers up my spine. He growled, "Did you really think that you could really run away from me? My father taught me never to lose hope, never lose hope when you are after your prey." And with these words he seized me. He beat me up and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't even scream. My voice had ceased and I had no other option but to submit to him.

Night after night his brutality continued relentlessly, but finally after a month of us being married, my prayers were answered. Today I do not have to live in fear. My past has made me strong and my faith is even deeper after God redeemed me from this horror. Further more, I inherited all Pierre's wealth, and he left the world with no offspring behind to carry on his wicked ways. Nevertheless, the damage was done. I don't want to get married again, and my family can no longer force me to do so.