Humans are very complex creatures, with a very complex psychology. Once I heard someone talk about what they call a masochist, someone who gets pleasure from pain. I don't really understand what or why is the reason for that, i can't really picture someone getting pleasure from putting his hand in fire. I don't even know if it is a psychological problem or if it is something normal.
But one thing I am sure of is that most times love has nothing to do with masochizing. Getting hurt by someone you love but don't like the pain you feel doesn't make you a masochist.
I have seen many cases where someone loves another person so much despite all the pain and end up dead. Most times it is not even necessarily death, some people have their entire life ruined. This thing called love really has a limit, and i strongly feel it should be totally two ways.
I have had this anger in me for a long time and I am here to pour it all out.
So there is this guy that comes to stay with me and my roommate in school, this person by the way only comes to our house because my roommate's senior brother brought him. This guy Daniel who was our visitor has many bad habits and disgusting behaviors. But the one that is over all of them and the most disturbing is that he beats women.
His girlfriend came to visit him and stayed for the weekend. Everything was okay and I didn't put myself in any of their business. Then it reached the day that she was meant to go home to her father's house and they started an argument that I think was based on her not wanting to cook because he had ignored her when she said she was hungry since morning. I didn't go to school that day so I was around to see all the drama that happened that day.
She was on the bed pressing her phone when he stood looking at her angrily telling her to go and start cooking but she didn't pay him any attention. He then suddenly grabbed her by the leg and dragged her off the bed, she struggled but was no match for him. He dragged her right from the. bed into the kitchen when they got there she managed to stand up and started landing slaps on Daniel and Daniel didn't hesitate to return the slaps. They struggled with each other for a long time as they scattered everywhere. I on the other hand who was sitting watching them kept on begging them to stop but neither of them adhered to my plea.
To be sincere if I was big enough to separate the fight I would have not hesitated, but Daniel was not older than me but also bigger and stronger than me. I hated it, laying hands on a woman. My mom strictly raised me against that she would always tell my brother and me "Never lay your hands on a woman, because that woman is also someone's sister or mother and you wouldn't want someone to do the same to your mother sister or daughter" and I grew up with that as a belief.
She later said she wanted to go but he took her phone and held her down, she struggled and slapped him till she was totally tired and had not a single strength again in her, she even began to cry saying "I want to go" with a low, tired voice.
He still didn't let her go, then he asked me to give them the room and I left the room for them. They made up after some time of talking and everything, I could hear them talking as I just sat in the kitchen and closed the door, while they were talking I heard horrible things that he had done to her and it just made me more and begged her and she later forgave him.
Later that day she came to me and asked me what I would call a silly question, "So Joshua you were just watching him slap me like that, what if he killed me?"
I had many things to say to her, my reply was going to be one that would strike her reasoning but I just gave her a simple answer, "it is you that knows what you are looking for."
Now I have a question, am I wrong for being angry at her for staying with him? Because from what I overheard, the fight I had witnessed wasn't the first or the least.