I do, I did, I’m done!

In this captivating tale of resilience and self-discovery, I chronicle the final chapter of my tumultuous journey. Once again, it was I who financed our move to Canada, driven not by money, but by a quest for a fulfilling partnership. Yet, intimacy eluded us. In moments of burning desire, his efforts to satisfy me were half-hearted and devoid of passion, a mere attempt to quell my complaints and postpone inevitable arguments.

Let me share a truth: I am a woman of undeniable allure, my beauty and charisma never failing to capture attention. Despite this, he managed to shake my once unshakable confidence, envious of my successes and strength. His tactics to diminish me were cruel; as he transformed himself physically, he began to target my curvaceous yet harmonious form with relentless criticism. I was content with my US size 12, yet his psychological onslaught took its toll.

Amidst this, my career and studies consumed me, offering an escape from a life growing increasingly desolate. The abuse, encompassing financial, emotional, and sexual aspects, pushed me towards emotional eating, giving him more fodder for his belittlement. Even in my sexiest attire, he would mock my slightest imperfections, exaggerating them into glaring flaws.

Despite these challenges, I triumphed academically, securing not one, but three international titles in my field. He envisioned a life where his accomplished wife would continue to shoulder his responsibilities, a life of mediocrity and dependence he chose over ambition.

A pivotal moment came during a vacation in my homeland. He invited his cousins and my sister to a posh dinner, uncharacteristically footing the bill. Yet, on our way back, he audaciously demanded I cover half the cost. This was the breaking point. I confided in my mother, revealing the absence of intimacy since our wedding day. Shocked, she urged me to leave him without delay. And so, I announced the end of our marriage.

His parents rushed to plead for reconsideration. It was then I laid bare the extent of my ordeal. Even his mother’s fainting, real or feigned, and her assurances of his impending change couldn’t sway me. She confessed a telling truth: without me, he would have never been capable of independence.

But here’s where I may disappoint: I gave him one last chance, a decision that lasted a mere six months. On a vacation in the south, I discovered his conversations with another woman. My initial reaction was laughter, knowing his limitations, followed by insult. It was I who had every reason to stray, yet I remained faithful.

Gratitude fills me for this woman, who unknowingly nudged me towards the best decision of my life. She, too, was deceived by him, seeking companionship for her children. She quickly saw through his facade, unlike my five years of indecision.

So, with firm resolve, I bid farewell forever, embarking on a journey of rediscovery and joy. This was the beginning of the true fun, the start of a life lived on my own terms.