My name is Mercy, and for years, my marriage was nothing but endless fights, harsh words, and nights filled with tears. I had loved my husband once, deeply, and I had imagined a life of happiness with him. But the reality was different. Every day, there was tension in the house. Small disagreements turned into shouting matches. I walked on eggshells, terrified of triggering his anger.
I tried everything to keep the peace. I apologized when I wasn’t wrong. I stayed quiet when I wanted to speak. I changed my behavior, my habits, even the way I dressed, all to avoid conflict. But nothing worked. The fights never stopped, and the emotional pain grew heavier each day. I began to feel like I was losing myself in the process of trying to save a marriage that seemed beyond repair.…CONTINUE READING
