I never imagined such a thing could happen to me. I recall what happened as if it were yesterday: my husband lost his temper in a way I’d never seen before.
He was always considered a level-headed man, so his outburst shook me to my core. He had never sworn in front of me, but this time…
I had always believed myself fortunate to have a mild-mannered husband. We had been married just two months. For three years before that, we had courted and everything was blissful. He was always caring, never said a harsh word, never even raised his voice. Arguments were rare, almost unheard of.
That changed yesterday.
He always admired my long hair, claiming it enchanted him. But when he saw strands upon the settee, he caused a tremendous scene. I was utterly taken aback.
He started shouting, called me filthy, said I was incapable of keeping things tidy all because of some hair Id shed. Every woman loses hair, its a simple fact.
He went on about how I did nothing all day, couldn’t even tidy up after myself while he spent his days hard at work!
If I ever see this again, itll be straight to divorce! he shouted, his anger palpable.
I stood in bewildered silence. Id dreamt of children with him, pictured our old age together, and now he was threatening to leave over a lock of hair. Tears welled up and I realised it was the first time Id ever cried because of him. Just two months into marriage… What happens now? I cant simply run away.
Now he refuses to speak to me. Im terrified that if I start a conversation, he might strike me his anger seems bottomless! Is it right to feel afraid of ones own husband?
Im frightened even to dry my hair these days. Each evening, I approach our home half-expecting to find my belongings packed and waiting by the door.
What ought I to do?
