I sat on the WC to pee and fell asleep. I was gone for several minutes. It’s the best sleep I’d ever had since I gave birth to my twins. It wasn’t intentional. I heard a knock on the door: “Are you spending your eternity there? The kids are crying.”

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I quickly opened my eyes and realized I’d been gone for several minutes. I went in there and saw the kids crying, without any care given to them. My husband heard them crying and, instead of giving them a little attention, he left them there and came to call me.

They were not looking for breast milk or anything. They saw me and they stopped crying. All they needed was a face that smiled, but the man I called husband saw that as a woman’s work—to make a baby stop crying.

They were nine months old and were learning to walk. My husband had never lifted a hand in any way. “Your kids are…” and then he would add what they were doing that needed me to be there to make them stop. I asked for help. I cried for it. I begged and lay prostrate to ask him to help me with the kids. Because of how annoying I sounded, he would leave the house on weekends so the kids and I wouldn’t disturb him.

Because they would wake up at dawn and cry, disturbing his sleep, he left the bedroom to sleep in the hall. He told me it was a battle for the one who owned a breast, so I should handle it. My mom had come to help. Even a friend of mine had come to help. If I had money, I would have hired someone to help.

That sleep on the WC brought the clarity I needed. “What if I was frying food and slept and fell into the oil?” I asked myself. “I need to leave to live.”

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I didn’t take much, just a few clothes to cover my back and that of the kids. I live with my parents now. My mom asked me recently, “When are you going back home?” I answered, “Never!” She only smiled and carried the first twin away from me as I enjoyed my rest.

My husband hasn’t asked me when I’m coming back. Maybe he knows I’m not coming back. When I’m fully back on my feet again, this marriage will fall on the floor so I can rather walk. The opposite of that nearly killed me.

—Agnes  

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