I never thought my life would turn out like this. At 26, I was already a mother, but I felt alone.
I had trusted a man called Brian. I loved him and believed he would take care of me and our baby.
When I told Brian I was pregnant, he was happy. He said, “Don’t worry. I will stand with you.
We will raise our child together.” I believed every word. I defended him when people warned me about him. I thought love was enough.
But after some months, Brian changed. He started coming home late. Sometimes he did not come home at all.
He stopped giving money for food and baby things. When I asked him, he became angry. CONTINUE READING