She loves to paint. She’s an artist. For her, a blank canvas is just the beginning of an amazing adventure in a new world. She loves the smells and the textures involved in the process. Painting is her life.
Her husband was her life too and she loved him. She saw him, for the first time, in college, and it was love at first sight. They started to date, and when he proposed, she thought that her life was going to change.
And it did. For worse.
The first year of her marriage was like a fairy tail: he was kind, he loved her, he respected her. But suddenly he started to act in a way that she didn’t recognize him. He was violent, intolerant. He was a living nightmare.
One day, she decided to put an end to this situation. She went to the police and presented a criminal charge. That night, he came near to her, hugged her and told that he knew what she had done, and he was proud of her courage. He gave her a kiss, and went to bed. She felt his respect again, and, inside her heart, she forgave him.
Her husband was her life too and she loved him. She saw him, for the first time, in college, and it was love at first sight. They started to date, and when he proposed, she thought that her life was going to change.
And it did. For worse.
The first year of her marriage was like a fairy tail: he was kind, he loved her, he respected her. But suddenly he started to act in a way that she didn’t recognize him. He was violent, intolerant. He was a living nightmare.
One day, she decided to put an end to this situation. She went to the police and presented a criminal charge. That night, he came near to her, hugged her and told that he knew what she had done, and he was proud of her courage. He gave her a kiss, and went to bed. She felt his respect again, and, inside her heart, she forgave him.
Written by Ana Castanho
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