My husband belittles me because I’m poor, an illiterate. He treats me like i’m a piece of rag. He forces me to eat the leftovers, and He always brings his mistress home spending all of his riches on her, while I remain poor, starving, and working as a slave in our mansion. He never spends a dime on I and my daughter, even in my pregnancy and he always screams at me. He beats me up treating me as an animal.

My husband had always looked down on me because I seemed so poor and illiterate. He picked me from the village, and he married me only because I was a virgin. Barely three years after our marriage, his attitude changed towards me. He always acted strangely towards me and always complained that I stank. He felt so ashamed of me, and he often maltreated me even after giving birth to our first child and while I was expecting another.

My husband always complained that he hated my vocabulary and that he wouldn’t want me as a wife. I was serving him his food one hot afternoon, and he threw the plate of steaming hot food at my face. I jumped up from the pain, feeling the burns of the food on my skin. I wailed. As if that was not enough, he slapped me harshly across my face and poured his glass of water on me. I cried and was massaging my burning cheek. “What did I do wrong?” I was crying.

He pushed me aside and stormed out of the room. My husband always brought his mistress home, and he forced me to attend to her as if I were her servant. I felt so bad to see my husband with his mistress in our home. However, I had no choice but to endure the torment and pain of his abuse.

My pregnancy was almost due, and I was having symptoms of a fever. Also, my husband had been feeding me poorly, and I was getting wearier each passing day. I begged my husband to take me to a hospital, but he refused. He insisted I stay home to serve his mistress and work for her as her servant. When I refused, he slapped me. I became extremely sick, and one cold morning, while I was mopping the floors of the living room, I suddenly collapsed on the floor.

My husband always treats me as filth, and I cannot speak nor stand up for myself because I am illiterate and extremely poor. My husband starves me during my pregnancy, and my child as well, so we sometimes eat the leftovers left behind in his kitchen or we pick food thrown in the trash and eat it.

I felt bad whenever my husband brought his mistress into the house. He looks down on me because I’m not as rich as her, nor am I properly dressed. He treats me all the time as if I were a nobody or an outcast. He maltreats me for no reason.

“You stupid, brainless woman!” my husband was screaming at me, pointing angrily. Next thing, he grabbed my hair tightly and screamed in my face, “Why didn’t you wash my woman’s clothes?” He was scolding me ruthlessly because I had refused to attend to his mistress, whom he often brings home.

My husband belittles me in front of his mistress and forces me to follow her orders as if she were a queen or the wife of the house. His mistress mocks me because I am illiterate, and I look so wretched and poor.

My husband forbade me and my daughter from eating at the table. He forced us to always eat and stay on the floor, as if we were dogs or animals.

I felt I had no rights in my husband’s house. Even worse, I felt like a prisoner, a servant, and garbage.

When my husband hits me with his heavy hand, it often feels so painful that I fear I might have a miscarriage.

I became sick from eating leftovers every day and eating food from the trash. I would lie in bed all day, clutching my tummy, tossing and weeping, wailing.

I felt bad for eating the dirty leftovers, but I had no other food to eat. I was so sick that I was vomiting all day.

I forced myself to go to a hospital, and when the doctor examined me, he was stunned by the results of my health status; the critical condition that both my unborn baby and I were in.