{"id":21486,"date":"2024-10-04T00:16:26","date_gmt":"2024-10-04T00:16:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=21486"},"modified":"2024-10-04T00:16:27","modified_gmt":"2024-10-04T00:16:27","slug":"a-birthday-marked-by-pain-my-story-of-survival-and-healing-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=21486","title":{"rendered":"A Birthday Marked by Pain: My Story of Survival and Healing."},"content":{"rendered":"\n

A Birthday Marked by Pain: My Story of Survival and Healing.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n
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I used to be excited about my birthday. It\u2019s just a few days away, but this year, I don\u2019t feel the excitement I once did. In the past, I would have been busy spreading the word, but now, I\u2019m struggling to find something worth celebrating. The day brings back bad memories. You see, I married the wrong man on my birthday. At first, I loved the idea of celebrating my birthday along with our wedding anniversary. My ex-husband chose the wedding date. My dad let him pick because they were the ones coming from out of town. If I had known what was once a joyful day would turn into a painful memory, I would never have agreed to get married on my birthday. It turned out I married my enemy. I married a man who only wanted to see me fail. Before we got married, I was doing well financially. But then he started pressuring me to quit my job, saying he didn\u2019t like it. I refused, and that made me the breadwinner by default. Since I wouldn\u2019t give up my career, he decided he wouldn\u2019t work at all. He spent his days at home, sleeping, while I worked, cared for our baby, and made sure there was food on the table. We lived in a nice house with free utilities, all thanks to me. The only thing he contributed to our marriage was sex. And when I finally went bankrupt, his true colors showed. I would be starving along with our baby, and he\u2019d only buy food for himself, eating it right in front of me. When I asked him what I should eat, he\u2019d demand to know where all my money had gone\u2014money I\u2019d spent trying to keep up with his lazy lifestyle. I rented and beautifully furnished our home, all on my own, and everyone would praise him, saying he was taking care of me, when in reality, I was the one doing everything. And what did I gain from it? Trauma. His family stood by him, no matter what. Everything he did was right in their eyes because, as they saw it, he was a man and shouldn\u2019t be questioned. With their help, he almost got me thrown in jail, using his father\u2019s political influence against me. They accused me of blackmailing him. And after everything, he had the nerve to say, \u201cI never loved you, I just married you out of pity.\u201d For goodness\u2019 sake, I was the one who married him out of pity! I initially turned down his marriage proposal, but he had so many people, including his parents, siblings, friends, and even my own parents, pressuring me to say yes. Now, I\u2019m free from him, but I\u2019m not healed enough to celebrate my birthday. It\u2019s still too painful. The trauma was too much for me to handle. I don\u2019t know why I can\u2019t move past this yet. Maybe it\u2019s because I never wanted to get married in the first place, and my mom persuaded me to go through with it. Or maybe it\u2019s because I ended up marrying the worst man ever. Or perhaps it\u2019s because he\u2019s not remorseful at all and has moved on with his life like I never even existed. Or maybe it\u2019s because I still haven\u2019t fully recovered, emotionally or financially. I just don\u2019t feel any reason to celebrate myself on my birthday this year. I need hugs. I know this too shall pass, but for now, it\u2019s still hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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