Through my eyes

I am a very private person. I in most cases mind my business, mind my space and mind my life.
So whenever anything untoward happens, there is often a waging war going on in my heart.
‘Do I let this go?’

I hated the thorns.
They were so prickly, so uncomfortable. They made me feel so unworthy.
I was not in control, they choked me with rules, choked me with pressure, they refused to choke me at my convenience.

Today I am a bundle of insecurities and the next day I am a pillar of strength.
Truth is I find me frightening.
What I would do for that one and what I wouldn't do for that one and the offshoot emotions that ferment mysteries.

The piece below is a man's journey to redemption.
I finally stopped beating my wife just last weekend. And I vowed never to touch her again. The reason for this paradigm shift is what I want to share in this article.
In the few years that I've been married, I have often come to the tipping point of giving my wife a thorough beating. I have often been tempted to end a heated dispute with a deafening slap. Sometimes I threaten her with physical abuse (Don't lie, you...