Essay Sample on Love's Labyrinth: How Addiction Wounded My Heart

I met my boyfriend a few years ago. The connection was instant. The affair then lasted two years. Then the first break up takes place. A young naive girl then, unknown to me, there did begin my labyrinth of suffering. I didn't realize then that love can hurt or wound or even cause emotional scarring. It became the beginning of the greatest wound in my life. I had not realized that I had fallen over heels in love. My man was an addict; his poison alcohol and chewing khat. They say love is blind, and indeed for my case, it was. My boyfriend embodied the description of an addict, a short-tempered person, and generally ruthless and violent.

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I witnessed first-hand a glimpse of the animal he was during an argument with his younger brother. I remember back then thinking of how logical he was and how justifiable his anger was. Little did I know that he would soon just like a prey turns his vengeance, frustrations, and violence on me.

In 2016, I landed some work part-time. I took him with me, and that is when the abuse began in earnest. He would insult, maim emotionally, pin me down, and still expect me to cook, wash, serve, and do him well. My workmates witnessed the entire dispute, the pain I felt, and everybody wondered why I was with him.

Fast forward to today, I gave birth to his son. A fine young man who has witnessed all the fights, the violence, the pushing, the shoving, and the pain. I am choosing to narrate my story today as raw as it is because it is a struggle that I put up with. For years on end, I didn't understand why I could stomach all the abuse and still go back to him.

My dad especially wanted nothing to do with him. My family saw the pain he put me through and how I still accepted him time and time again. Let me break it down properly. He would leave the house, come back drunk daily. His rule, no one should question his behavior. He would then look for the slightest of reasons and begin by either bashing his head against the wall. It would soon escalate to pushing and shoving. And of course, with me young and foolish, I would participate fully. He very much excited by my participation would now stand landing blows and kicks to my body.

The commotion would last for hours, and neighbors would rush in to intervene at times. It became a daily routine. I lost weight, suffered from depression, emotional abuse, and hormonal imbalances. In a way, I became addicted just like him. Not to the drugs, no but the constant damage, and being mistreated as so. I knew I was a sick person, mentally, psychologically, and emotionally stripped of my humanity. He enjoyed the state I was in, and we kept at it for years on end. Until one day, something in me snapped. Call it fate, inner person, the guardian angel.

I moved out of the house. I started again and convinced myself that I am capable of love, and I also deserve to be given the same back. Today, I am happy. I am in a new relationship. The man is God-sent. I renewed my thoughts and took a look at myself. My intellectual capacity refused to conform any longer to the abuse. I realized my worth first as a person and secondly as an intellect. How could I allow a mere man to reduce me to just a "thing"?.

In conclusion, I have realized that human beings can misuse, mistreat, and abuse their partners to unfathomable extents. Most of the time, the abused victim would not speak. They would not even utter a word because of the shame and the stigma. It is very crucial to stay vigilant and in check with ones' emotions.