The first time he said, “I'll beat you”, I thought he was joking.
The second time, he used a wooden spoon, there was disbelief, this couldn’t be happening to me.
The third time, the buckle of his belt broke my nose, and I was numb with despair.
No one had warned me that marriage included this. I felt cheated.
A young bride at 21, raised by a loving aunt, Flavia had been rushed into marriage in panic. Her father had recently passed, only two out of five sisters were married, and the suitor had asked her mother for no dowry.