Personal Narrative: Violence Against Women

Woman abuse is any use of psychological, physical or sexual force in a intimate relationship. Most the times from the conjuge that use the violence as intimate and humiliate. This violence is very common action in the world until this days. Some cultures accept that machinist attitude not as violence against the women, but as a way to manten the women control. Understand why this violence happen to my life was a painful and challenge process until a was able to made the correct decision to leave my abusive husband Ed.
I decided to come to United States after many years in an unstable and unhappy marriage. I was married with Ed for eight years, and since the first year of married Ed demonstrated a violence and jealous attitudes. I had very …show more content…
I also realized that the new place encouraged me to learn about myself. Although I did not understand a word of English, I walked in the street, and even a “good morning” sounded like a poem in my ears. The question “How are you” from a stranger was a reason to feel important. Why did people turn to me and smile? Did I have a dirty face? Were the people laughing at me? Maybe I looked strange? After seeing many people’s smiles, I realized was just a happy people trying be nice on a beautiful day. That was the day I started to listen to my inner voice, until then I thought that voice did not …show more content…
At that moment he started to hit me all over my body, he took my cell phone and brooked it, and one more time I was not able to say one word or even cry. After that he drove us to home, I went to the bathroom, my body shaken, I felt the pain in all my exhausted muscles, My mind was confused one more time after many times in my marriage, I was shocked for the violence. But for the first time I could be stronger, and change my life. I started my shower, to feel the water on my painful muscles, and hoped to wash more than the bruises, wash my cowardice. I went to bed to had my last night with this abusive man. He came to the bed and told me it was my fault because I never did what he asked for, and forced me have sex with him. Each muscle in my body hurt, but my heart was the one that hurt most, I never moved and promised to myself, it was the last time he touched me. At that time one tear rolled down my face. The next day after I had a nice shower, carefully I wore clothes that did not show my bruises, I did not want people seeing the terrible situation I had in my house, After face a feigned kiss from Ed, I drove to my job lost in my thoughts. I worked all day without one