For five long years, I devoted myself to him, loving him unconditionally, doing everything in my power to please him while I lived under his roof. Yes, I had to move away from my mother’s house immediately we started dating because he told me it would be best we got to know each other better since we were mates and also in a relationship. I never knew that it was a way he could control my every move. My mother had warned me not to move into his house since he had not married me yet but I didn’t listen. Of course my mother wanted me to be happy so she let me go.
He chose my clothes, ensuring I dressed 'modestly'. I cut my long, luscious hair short because he preferred it that way. My makeup was always natural and never bold.
He had access to all of my social media accounts. He said some of my family members and friends were poisoning our relationship so I cut them off.
My days were scheduled around all his needs. Finances were strictly controlled and I had to ask permission for every purchase.