We had been dating for a few years now. Wow that’s a long time, isn’t it? 

Back then I promised myself that there was no way I was going to date a church boy. I wanted someone different from the normal. I was trying to spread my wings. 

Ironically my wings led me to a church boy. When I fell in love with him on first sight, corny right? but it was the truth.

I had approached him first and from there we started talking. After a few weeks, we started dating. He told me he had never felt this way about anybody before and I believed him. 

Through college we were together, he would surprise me in school from time to time and I just fell more in love with him. We were so happy, at least I thought we were.

After college and NYSC, I thought it was time for me to settle down. I mean I was out of college, had a steady job and I was making enough money to keep me comfortable.  

So I approached and told him I was ready to settle down hoping he got my drift. He was a smart dude, he would obviously get it. 

We had reached that stage in our relationship where I thought it was time for us to move to the next level. I thought it was something both of us wanted. 

We were happy and in love. He told me he got my message and was also ready to settle down. On that same day, he proposed, I was over the moon with happiness. 

My parents were happy, his parents were happy, everybody was happy. I didn’t know this was the calm before the storm. 

After the proposal, we started planning the wedding with his mom. Unfortunately, I started seeing him less, it was the stress of the wedding planning but we were getting married so it didn’t matter.

It was a few days to the wedding and we had planned to see each other since everything was so hectic because of the wedding planning. 

When I got to his home, he seemed different. He looked at me as if I had somehow betrayed him. 

I asked what was wrong and he said he had seen a picture of me with a friend of mine on Instagram. 

I didn’t understand so I asked him to explain further, then he said the most hilarious thing. He said he knew I was cheating on him, that I always had been and now he had caught me red handed. 

He knew this was the guy I was cheating on him with, we had always looked to close to him and for me to take a picture like this with him, I was obviously telling the whole world he was a fool. 

I was shocked the person in the picture was our mutual friend, someone he knew I was very close with.

 I told him all these things and the next thing I knew he hit me. My ears were ringing. 

I was stunned. He had never shouted at me not to think of hitting me. 

I love him, but should I get married to him after this assault