It’s a new month, and I’m wishing all the Muslim brotherhood ‘Happy Eid el fitr’. It’s also the fourth day of the first half of the year 2019. And we’re pretty sure a lot of ‘x-periences’ have occurred in these past few weeks. So, do well to share with us. Remember, it’s good to share, as we all embark on the ‘War against Suicide’ crusade.
Now to the post at hand, the continuation of the ‘look over the shoulder’ post. Remember, you can share your stories at ‘firstname.lastname@example.org’.
And now the post……… The latter end.
……………I was almost ruined when my parents got to find out about my ordeal, and of course they were so disappointed as they happened to be leaders in the church, but I didn’t care because they were never really there for me. They were so caught up sheep herding other people’s children they left their own to the wolves and my siblings and I paid the price for that. By the time they were brought up to speed about everything happening with me, I had already aborted a pregnancy. The night of the abortion was one dreadful one. After the deed had been done, I came home from school all bleeding, shaken, sad and a mixture of several negative emotions. I somehow hoped my parents would notice that something was wrong with me, but, It went unnoticed. I was forced to think back to all the things I had gained from my past relationships and it happened that the negatives outnumbered the positive, and they kind of blurred out the positive experiences.
Then things took a more drastic turn. After my parents got to find out about everything one way or the other, and I received the beating of my life. My so called boyfriend left because his parents, having found out about the pregnancy earlier threatened to disown him. I had no friend to talk to, no one to share with, no one to hold my hands and tell me I’ll get through this. I was left by myself, like a reject, a castaway of some sort like I had a highly contagious life threatening disease. I became suicidal and inevitably overwhelmed by depression.
After a year, I met other guys and it all turned out to be one disappointing moment to the other. One particular one almost convinced me otherwise until I found out he still had connections with his ex since four years ago. Apparently, he couldn’t let go of her but he strung me on anyways and that was the height of it all. I was left devastated, discarded and broken.