I never imagined I would live in a home where other women came and went with my knowledge and silence. For a long time, I believed something was wrong with me. I felt weak confused and unable to say no even when my heart was screaming. My husband would bring women into our house openly, and instead of resisting, I felt numb and drained of will. Friends noticed I was no longer myself, but I could not explain what was happening.
Slowly, I began to realize that my behavior did not match my values or character. I was once firm outspoken and respected, yet I had become passive and emotionally empty. I later learned that my husband had been using substances and practices meant to weaken my resolve and make me emotionally compliant. Whether it was through manipulation rituals or substances, the effect was the same. My confidence disappeared, and my sense of self collapsed.…CONTINUE READING
