I thought I was marrying the perfect man, but I soon realized I was walking into a home where “help” meant servitude,
“love” meant control, and a locked door became a symbol of betrayal.
Collins was kind at first,
a quiet, thoughtful man who seemed to care deeply.
But after we moved in with his mom,
Jenna, things changed. The house became a place where
I was expected to do everything, from cleaning to cooking, with no help or appreciation.
Collins’s passive-aggressive behavior and his mother’s criticism wore me down, and things got worse when I injured myself at work.
Collins promised to take care of me, but that soon turned into a trap. After I was injured,
they locked me in my room and handed me a document outlining strict “household rules” that I hadn’t agreed to.
I realized they were trying to control me, and that’s when I knew I had to get out.With the help of my sister,
I managed to escape and involved the police, using the agreement as evidence.
Collins tried to contest the divorce, but my brother-in-law, a lawyer, made sure Collins’s behavior was exposed in court.
He lost everything — his job, his house, and his dignity.
Collins even tried to claim I ruined his life, but I knew the truth.Now,
I’m free, and I’m finally able to breathe again.
Collins’s life crumbled after his attempts to control me,
and I learned that I am stronger than I thought.