Waking up in the morning with beautiful roses right beside my bed is something I yearn for every day. The scent of these roses are something else. My husband is so romantic but I cannot trade my emotional and physical health for roses.

My husband beats me, yes, he beats me.

He is so good at beating me and apologizing with roses. But I am sick and tired of these beatings. I found out that he has a “Bipolar disorder” and I have been talking him into getting some medical help but he has refused. He feels he is ok but I know he is not.

Am always the one bearing the consequences for his actions. I am traumatized and will file for a divorce. I cannot lose my sanity for someone that has refused to get medical help.

Yes, we vouched to each other on the alter of God that we are going to stick to each other for “better or for worse” but I cannot endure anymore. I might lose my life on the long run. Sticking to this marriage is seeking for my own death certificate.

I love the roses he gives to me but if I continue taking those roses, they will definitely turn to thorns someday.

Am taking my kids with me and calling the hospital to come take him by force because left for him, he would not get help.

I love my husband but my physical and emotional health is more important.