A lot has been said about domestic violence but you can never talk too much about it.
I’ll like to share a story with you.
I used to date this guy some years back.
An intelligent, hardworking, responsible and sweet guy who was really good looking too.
You’re probably thinking he sounds perfect but nobody is perfect.
This guy was extremely arrogant but he always treated me with respect.
I have a thing for good looking arrogant guys who have a brain to back it up.
After dating for less than a month he introduced me to his family, a nice standard family of mom, dad, brother and sister.
They took to me at once and welcomed me warmly.
To be honest I was freaking out in my head because I’m kinda committment phobic and meeting the family is a bit daunting.
He was solely responsible for the family.
I’m giving you this background because I need you to see how lovely everything was before I broke off the relationship.
Now I’m going to tell you about the day we broke up, and why.
On this particular day, he came to pick me up at home to take me to work.
How considerate right?
Before he came, he had to drop his mom off at the hospital for a medical check up.
She had a stroke a few months before that and was partially paralyzed.
The plan was to pick me up then go back to pick her up and take her home before dropping me off at work.
After we picked up his mum in the hospital, on our way to drop her off at home, she and I were gisting in the car and then she told him she wanted to buy some food items on the way.
That was when trouble started.
He didn’t want to branch off even though it wouldn’t have taken more than 10 minutes.
They started arguing seriously.
I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.
Because I didn’t know what to say and because it was a matter between a mother and her son, I kept out of it.
But then, it got out of hand and she got really emotional saying if not for her stroke she wouldn’t need him to do all this things for her.
His response was “that’s your problem and this is my car, if you have a problem with that you can get down from the car.”
At that point I shouted his name, he looked at me and what I saw in his eyes scared the shit out of me.
He looked at me and said “shut up” then he parked the car, stormed out, opened the passenger door and told his half paralysed mum to get out which she did and then he got back in the car and drove off leaving her on the road.
Even though I was scared shitless I told him to go back to pick her up or drop me off as well.
He tried to shout me down but I insisted.
He looked ready to hit me but finally went back to pick her up and I had to apologise profusely to the woman before she got back in the car.
I broke up with him that day and blocked his number.
The look in his eyes, the anger, the way he handled his sick mom made me wonder.
What would he do to me when I angered him which would undoubtedly happen?
He begged and said it would never happen with me but if you can do that to your mother, who am I?
Sometimes we see the signs but we ignore it and that is a huge mistake.
I really did like him but I had to face the hard truth of what he was, a dangerous man!