THE CYCLE
As a child, I was forced to witness horror unfold in my home—a home that felt more like a haunted place. I watched and heard my mother's cries, saw her bruised face and felt her pain, all inflicted by the one person she loved. I couldn't help but wonder, was this what love was? If so, I vowed never to love anyone.
My father's beatings were relentless, and I lost count of how many times he hurt my mother. As I grew older, I felt myself becoming cold, filled with pain and hatred for him. I hated that he caused my mother so much hurt, and I bore this ill will and anguish towards him for years.
I promised myself that I would never be like my father—that I would never lay a hand on a woman, no matter what. I vowed to love and care for the one I loved, to never inflict the same pain my father had caused my mother.
I promised myself that I would never be like my father—that I would never lay a hand on a woman, no matter what. I vowed to love and care for the one I loved, to never inflict the same pain my father had caused my mother.
But as I grew older, I realized that I was becoming the very thing I hated most about my father. I got into fights at school, lashing out at anyone who dared to cross me. I yelled at friends with the same venomous tone my father used on my mother.
Then I met Mary, a beautiful, kind, and gentle woman. She stole my heart at first sight, and I wanted her in my life forever. But as we started dating, the forces I had vowed to keep at bay began to surface. I was becoming just like him—the one I hated most.
Then I met Mary, a beautiful, kind, and gentle woman. She stole my heart at first sight, and I wanted her in my life forever. But as we started dating, the forces I had vowed to keep at bay began to surface. I was becoming just like him—the one I hated most.
At first, it started small, and I told myself I could control it. I would tame my anger and avoid violence. But it only grew stronger, and I found myself yelling at Mary, getting angry, and demanding she do my bidding.
I knew she was terrified of me, but Mary stayed, hoping she could change me, help me overcome my temper. But I failed her. One day, I came home from work in a rage and took it out on her, beating her mercilessly and leaving her bruised and in pain.
I knew she was terrified of me, but Mary stayed, hoping she could change me, help me overcome my temper. But I failed her. One day, I came home from work in a rage and took it out on her, beating her mercilessly and leaving her bruised and in pain.
In that moment, I saw my mother's face in hers, and I knew I had become just like my father—if not worse. I couldn't keep my promise. The curse had continued, and I was a part of it. I couldn't escape its grip.
I knew then that I had lost Mary—that she wouldn't stay with me anymore. I had lost the one person who truly loved me, and I had lost myself. I was the monster I had criticized my father for being. I was him, and I hated myself for it.
I knew then that I had lost Mary—that she wouldn't stay with me anymore. I had lost the one person who truly loved me, and I had lost myself. I was the monster I had criticized my father for being. I was him, and I hated myself for it.
MORAL LESSON
One of the most significant lessons to emerge from this story is the importance of self-awareness and accountability. For far too long, He lived in denial, convinced that he was nothing like his father. But the truth was, he had been perpetuating the same cycle of violence and abuse that he had grown up with.
It wasn't until he saw the fear and pain in Mary's eyes, that he was forced to confront the harsh reality of his own behavior. And it was only then that he began to take responsibility for his actions.
One of the most significant lessons to emerge from this story is the importance of self-awareness and accountability. For far too long, He lived in denial, convinced that he was nothing like his father. But the truth was, he had been perpetuating the same cycle of violence and abuse that he had grown up with.
It wasn't until he saw the fear and pain in Mary's eyes, that he was forced to confront the harsh reality of his own behavior. And it was only then that he began to take responsibility for his actions.
This serves as a powerful reminder that true growth and change can only come from a place of honesty and accountability. We must be willing to confront our own flaws and weaknesses, to acknowledge the harm we may have caused, and to take responsibility for our actions.
It's easy to blame others, to make excuses, or to deny our own wrongdoing. But by doing so, we miss out on the opportunity for true transformation. By taking ownership of our actions and acknowledging our mistakes, we can begin to make amends and work towards creating positive change in our lives and the lives of those around us.
It's easy to blame others, to make excuses, or to deny our own wrongdoing. But by doing so, we miss out on the opportunity for true transformation. By taking ownership of our actions and acknowledging our mistakes, we can begin to make amends and work towards creating positive change in our lives and the lives of those around us.
As we reflect on this story, we are invited to take a hard look at ourselves. Are there areas in our lives where we may be perpetuating harm or negativity? Are there relationships in our lives that are toxic or abusive?
Let us take responsibility for our actions. Let us seek help and support when we need it. And most importantly, let us be willing to change and grow.
Let us take responsibility for our actions. Let us seek help and support when we need it. And most importantly, let us be willing to change and grow.