*** "I CAN SAVE MYSELF"***

Introduction:

I stood in front of my mirror staring at the bruises and for the first time in a long time i actually wondered what it is that changed in my marriage. When did my husband become this monster that feeds of bashing my head against the wall and watching me beg for forgiveness for things I never did wrong. I took in a deep breath then slowly exhaled and applyed my foundation in thick layers just to cover up the scars then i wore a black pants suit with a white blouse and black pumps. One of the things that leads to my husband beating me is wearing clothes that attract men and to him, that's anything that shows skin or heels. He hates heels. My husband and i have been married for 5years now and it wasn't always this bad. We were in love, young and had heads filled with dreams. Marrying young was what I've always wanted so when i said i do at the age of 21, it felt right but that all changed in the 3rd year of our marriage. I fell pregnant and he wasn't ready to share me. I remember being curled up on our bathroom floor with blood between my legs after he had beaten me up so much that i lost the baby. That was the first time and there have been so many other beatings that followed. My name is Simlindile Ngcobo, the wife of Sandile Ngcobo and this is my story.

There is no such thing as a blue Monday if you love what you do. That's a theory i strongly believe in and i love what i do. Nothing brings me greater joy than my job, well i don't have a wife and kids so i live for my job and my siblings. After showering, i get dressed in my slim fit black 3piece suit and a white shirt. I always go classic black and white on Mondays. When I'm done getting ready, i head downstairs for breakfast. I still live at home, yes I'm 28 and i still live with my parents and its by choice really because I can afford my own place. My twin brother and I own a law firm that we've been running for 2years now. I have 4 siblings, my twin brother Sabelo, my older sister Tshepiso, my younger sister Somila and my little brother Shaka. My name is Sambulo Smith and this is my story. I just love how you continue with your characters it's like a real life story, you are the best social media writer. You know how to bring life into a friction story. I started with you during Lwandile's life her being a teenager, young adult mother wife grandmother great grandma you never lost your plot.

I hate women! Ok maybe not all women but i strongly dislike my baby mama. Not only did she cheat on me but now she has decided that she has had enough of being a mother and wants to go live her best life in another province...without her son. It's the middle of a school term and now I have been faced with the challenge of finding my 9year old son a school in the middle of March. When my alarm goes off, I am hit with the reality of the start of the week. Monday! I switch it off , stretch and yawn then make my way to the bathroom. I had to get a house when Sne dropped Lwandiso off at my bachelor flat with nothing but the clothes on his back. The irony in how my birth mother's name is Sne and she deserted us and the Sne I impregnated has done the same with my son. Makes me laugh every time I think about it. After getting dressed in caramel chinos, white shirt and brown shoes, i head to Lwandiso's room to wake him up. My son was born a few years after my grandfather died and this is how I chose to honour the man that raised me for the first 5years of my life. I named my son after him. My name is Sabelo Smith and this is my story.

"Knowing when to walk away is Wisdom, Being able to, is Courage.
Waking away with Grace and your held head high is Dignity."
By Her Own self !

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