Take Care Of Yourself

A lot of women are in terrible marriages/relationships. I'm talking about really dire situations. Sometimes, it hurts to wake up to another day with him, you are afraid to open your eyes every morning to your predicament. You walk on eggshells every day for fear of evoking the beast in him, which ironically rouses at the slightest provocation.

You are afraid to breathe when you are around him, lest he reprimands you for breathing too heavily. You are afraid to speak lest he barks at you for saying that which does not suit his hearing.

You do your best to prepare his meals exactly the way he wants it to avoid having him lash at your entire family for failing to bring you up properly.

You are afraid to visit your family and friends because he complains that you love them more than you love him. You humbly concur to his demand to stay away from your loved ones.

You watch your talent waste away with each passing day as he has forbidden you to have a career. You are totally dependent on him, and a miser would envy the way he tightens his purse strings.

His life is your life, the only life you know and you dare not live another one. You dare not live your own life.

And so you die every day. Every single day that you spend with him, you die. You have no fire in you anymore. You just exist.

You think this is all you are going to get, that this is it and nothing else.

Interestingly, it is not.

This is not the way for anyone to live. No one has the right to make you feel so insignificant. They can try but they will only succeed if you let them. You have the right to be yourself. What anyone thinks of you doesn't matter, as long as you are not hurting anyone.

You have the right to look out for yourself, even if it means being selfish to be able to do so. If you are in a relationship where you feel subdued and oppressed, I think you should think seriously about getting out of it because that is no way to live. A man who truly loves you would want you to be happy and you can't be happy when you are pretending to be someone you are not. You can only be happy when you are free to be yourself.

It may be hard to believe this but you can do so much better. So much better.

Always put yourself first. Don't remain in a bad marriage because of your kids. Put yourself first because if you are not okay, how are you going to take care of your kids? Don't remain in a bad marriage/relationship for any reason. Don't shorten your lifespan of your own accord.

Think about it.

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