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I was nine years old when my parents marriage began to fall apart. My father stopped giving my mother money for the upkeep of the home. She was a housewife. She had been a housewife since they got married. He never allowed her to work for one day in her life.
He didn’t want any other man looking at his wife, so he made her a housewife. She was good for taking care of the house and having children. She had me and my three brothers in the space of seven years. I was born first, then two years later my younger brother Stephen, four years later, the twins Peter and Paul.
We went to private school and everything was going well. It was not a few months after my ninth birthday that things began to go wrong in my household. My father was constantly away from home. He came home late and would not eat what my mom cooked. My mom was offended , but she could only say so much. She didn’t want to offended her husband. She didn’t have a job and therefore had no say. She was subjected to the emotional abuse my father unleashed on her.
A few months later, it got physical. He slapped her in the kitchen because she didn’t serve his food quickly enough. She cried in the kitchen after serving his food. It was a sad day in our home. My brothers and I comforted her. It hurt to watch our primary care…
