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My name is Sarah, and I have been with my boyfriend for seven years.
I met him when I was just 17 years old. He was my first love, my first boyfriend, and for a long time, I truly believed he would be my last. He could be caring, supportive, and affectionate, which made me push aside something I should never have ignored.
He used to hit me.
In the beginning, it would happen whenever he saw a message from another guy on my phone. It didn’t matter who it was—just a classmate, a coworker, or even a simple question. He accused me of cheating, shouted at me, and sometimes slapped me. Each time, I blamed myself. I thought if I just avoided upsetting him, he would change.
So I adapted.
I stopped talking to other guys. I watched every word I said, every interaction. After two years, the beatings stopped. I thought he had changed. But last Wednesday, everything collapsed.
I woke up feeling ill, and for the first time in six months, I asked to stay home from work. Before I even explained, he called me lazy.
And then, he slapped me—twice.
I was frozen. Not just from the shock, but from the realization that nothing had truly changed.
This was the man I cooked for, cleaned for, arranged his life around, and still, he didn’t hesitate. That same day, I packed my bags and left his house. I told him on WhatsApp that I was done. And his response was cold.
No apology. No remorse.
He told me other women endured worse than me.
But when he realized I wasn’t bluffing, the panic set in. His apologies flooded in—he cried, begged, swore he would never hurt me again.
But I’m terrified. Because I gave him seven years. I loved him, even when I shouldn’t have. Now, standing here, I don’t know if these are real apologies or just another cycle waiting to start again.
So, I need advice—can someone who has been abusive for years truly change, or am I about to risk everything by going back? What would you do?
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I am a 35-year-old medical doctor. 💔 For years, I focused on my education and career. While many of my friends were getting married, I was spending long hours in school and hospitals trying to build a successful future. Today, by God's grace, I have a good career and a comfortable life. But at this stage of my life, marriage has become a priority for me.
A few months ago, I met a man in a very unexpected way. He came to fix some plumbing problems in my house. We started talking, became friends, and eventually began dating. The truth is that this man is everything I have ever wanted in a partner. He is respectful, hardworking, honest, and carries himself with so much confidence and dignity. Anytime I am with him, I feel peaceful. 💔
The problem is that he is a plumber. A few weeks ago, I told some of my friends about him, and their reaction shocked me. Some said I would be lowering my standards if I married a plumber. One even asked how I would introduce him to my fellow doctors. 💔
Ever since then, I have been struggling with my thoughts. Part of me feels it would be foolish to let a good man go because of his profession. Another part worries that our difference in income and status could become a problem in the future. Honestly, I am confused because I can genuinely see this man becoming my husband.
Please, if you were in my shoes, would you marry him or walk away? 💔
Hmm 😭💔
I am a 35-year-old medical doctor. 💔 For years, I focused on my education and career. While many of my friends were getting married, I was spending long hours in school and hospitals trying to build a successful future. Today, by God's grace, I have a good career and a comfortable life. But at this stage of my life, marriage has become a priority for me.
A few months ago, I met a man in a very unexpected way. He came to fix some plumbing problems in my house. We started talking, became friends, and eventually began dating. The truth is that this man is everything I have ever wanted in a partner. He is respectful, hardworking, honest, and carries himself with so much confidence and dignity. Anytime I am with him, I feel peaceful. 💔
The problem is that he is a plumber. A few weeks ago, I told some of my friends about him, and their reaction shocked me. Some said I would be lowering my standards if I married a plumber. One even asked how I would introduce him to my fellow doctors. 💔
Ever since then, I have been struggling with my thoughts. Part of me feels it would be foolish to let a good man go because of his profession. Another part worries that our difference in income and status could become a problem in the future. Honestly, I am confused because I can genuinely see this man becoming my husband.
Please, if you were in my shoes, would you marry him or walk away? 💔