I am a 53 year old woman whose life has been on the decline in the past two years. I have been married off at the age of 21 to a man I barely knew. Life was not bright for me as he turned out to be very manipulative and abusive. Due to customs and traditions in Egypt, I felt forced to continue in our relationship, and I took up a job as an accountant. In all these years, I would wake up early in the morning, make him breakfast, go to work and come back to cook dinner for him and the kids, and take care of their needs. My children made life bearable for me. But he would just make life worse day in and day out. Not once have I kept my monthly wages, as he kept my debit card on him and would never give it to me, keeping all my hard earned money to himself. I never went shopping, just heard about experiences from colleagues. Never had a friend, because he would not let me. I never celebrated an anniversary, and until my children grew up and showed me unconditional love and support, I never celebrated a birthday or any occasion, never had a holiday, never even got an 'I love you' or 'thank you'. But I kept patient, kept strong for my children, who suffered so much from the ways of their hateful father. Have you heard of a father who would beat his 10 year old son with a leather belt till he loses consciousness all because he asked for new clothes? Well that was the norm. I kept strong for my children and raised them well. I tried to make them at least like their dad, but they grew up hating him, their only wish being not to ever be like him.
My husband started having heart problems. He forced me to quit my job to stay by him and take care of him. I was a broke woman, heart broken and tired, but still did as he wished. I took care of him real good, till this year he had a heart attack and had to undergo open heart surgery. I was by him and never left him for a minute, and after the procedure I took care of him and made sure he was fed the right food an took his medications at the right time. I have been nothing but faithful to this man, who I gave up the best years of my life for.
Then he decides, he does not want me anymore. He wants a new young wife. After all the years of torment and heartbreak, and my youth years I gave up for him, without a drop of gratitude back, this is what he decided. He left the house, moved to a new one, and soon after I received an eviction notice. The house is under his name and for all the years I have been with him, he gives me till the end of the year to leave my house. He had taken all the money I earned in more than twenty years of work. He left me broke, ill, exhausted, old, jobless and soon homeless. My eldest son has been very supportive. He lives in a rented studio apartment with a roommate so I can not be staying with him. Yet he sold his car and gave up every penny he had saved for helping me out with operations, medication and day to day life. My other children are still studying and staying with me, and soon homeless too.
I do not know how to move forward from here. I have reached rock bottom. All I need is enough money to buy a small place to live and start a small business to feed myself.
I am grateful to anybody willing to help.