TRUTH ABOUT MARRIAGES

What's the most disturbing truth about marriage?

I was 16 years old at that time, a man came to propose to me suddenly, the man was 46 years old, his age difference was 30 years with me. My mother was in need of money so she accepted the man's proposal, the man promised (638$)as a dowry, the forced marriage took place. I cried when make-up was put on my face, I cried during the blessing because my future was ruined. My mother said "women don't need to dream too big, they don't even need to go to school, because when they get married they will stay in the kitchen, serving their children & husband."

It took months for me to accept the reality, the man's age was only 1 year apart from my father's (my father had been separated from my mother for a long time, only my mother enjoyed the dowry money) hell began. The man worked odd jobs and had a loan at the bank (he took out a loan for the dowry so that my mother would agree to this cruel marriage) every day I was only given 4$ to buy daily necessities, he always set aside money for himself to buy 3 packs of cigarettes every day and the lottery, gradually I started not paying attention to my appearance, my clothes were shabby, my trousers had holes in them, I couldn't even afford the internet for myself (FYI, I couldn't apply for a job because I didn't have a diploma, my mother didn't send me to school, my school stopped the moment I set foot in Junior high school)

even when he had children he still didn't change, always spending money to buy birds like lovebirds, canaries, magpies (that's a common thing in my country) gradually I had to accept insults every day from that man, that man knew very well that I had no place to ran away, hit me when I started asking about money, insulted me when I started trying to run away from him, left me in the hands of another man to get money, insulted my cooking, rinsed all the clean dishes that I had washed. In short, I met my father, after a long time we were separated. my father bought me a booth to sell food, I started selling food, 5 years passed, the man never gave me money again, I started paying for everything myself, starting from basic needs, my child's pocket money, my child's school fees, electricity, gas, water costs . when my needs were not met I started looking for loans, while he collected money for himself no matter what my situation was. Does the child need to eat? do kids need pocket money? Has the tuition fee been paid? the man doesn't care,

This is me when I was 16 years ago, now? I can't even look in the mirror, hopefully when I wake up tomorrow the man is gone

edit: I forgot to include the dollar exchange rate, the 10 million dowry money if converted to dollars is only around 638$

actually this is very complicated because my mother and my aunt are fighting over the dowry money of 638$, my aunt is demanding around 200$ because of the forced marriage

back to the past, my mother left when I was 7 years old, my father couldn't control his emotions, I was often beaten, kicked, once when I was sleeping he hit me with a leather belt, I grew up with my younger sister, I did quite well at school, often getting first place in a row, but when I was 11 years old I was verbally harassed by my physics teacher, when I reported to school the school seemed to cover up the case, as a result I was bullied by girls, both seniors and classmates, including my teacher. . it made me mentally devastated, the peak was when I was 12 years old, my mother came to visit, I begged to come with me to the city where my mother lived, my mother said "but I can't send you to school"

I thought it wouldn't matter as long as I was freefrom the bullies at my school. I went to the city by train, my father took me, my younger sister, my younger brother and my mother to the station. when I got there I looked for work, I was accepted at an internet cafe as a janitor, the caretaker wanted to accept me without any diploma, I was quite grateful at that time, I was 12 years old at the time but when I applied for work I said that my age was 15 years, time passed from when I was just a janitor, finally I was able to become a cashier, I worked there for 3 years, every time I got a salary I always gave my salary to my mother.

When I was 15 years old in my first forced marriage, my mother and aunt planned it all, they shared the dowry money worth 300$. After 3 months I was forcibly separated, at that time I was pregnant, my mother gave me an abortion herbal medicine and took me away from the man. for a year my mother and aunt promoted me like an item, until the man (my current husband) became interested. You could say this is my second marriage. I can't run because I'm afraid of meeting my mother and my aunt. For me, it's better for me to work hard to support that man than to be sold back to drunken men.

When I was 16 years old, my aunt introduced me to that man and my second marriage took place, after receiving the dowry money, my aunt asked for 200$ for herself, my dowry money was fought over, even though I didn't even accept it, I had nowhere to run, I was afraid to go back to my mother, I didn't even want to see my aunt's face, in the end I continued to live 10 years like hell, I still remember my mother's words "no "The problem is if a man takes you to a hotel, as long as you come home with money" to be honest, even my aunt has repeatedly offered me to drunken men in the alleys on the outskirts, I can run away from the drunken men.

STORIES OF A YOUNG ASPIRING LADY