AnchoredInHisGrace

I never imagined I’d be married to a stranger — someone who could look me in the eyes and lie, sleep in the same bed and hide life-altering secrets, walk past me in the house like I didn’t even exist.

But I was.
And my soul paid the price… until God stepped in.

The Mask He Wore

He came into my life with charm, promises, and what seemed like love. But underneath it all was manipulation, control, and a hidden agenda. I didn’t know I had married a narcissist. I didn’t know I was in a battle for my sanity, my health, and my life.

The man I said “I do” to was not who he claimed to be. He kept secrets. The worst of them? He was HIV positive and never told me. I found out on my own — not through honesty or love, but through God’s divine revelation. That kind of betrayal cuts deep. It makes you question everything — your worth, your judgment, your reality.

Emotional Starvation & Silent Abuse

He bought dog food for his pet…
but wouldn’t buy me food.

He would walk past me in the hallway like I didn’t matter…
like I wasn’t his wife.
Weeks would go by — not a word, not a glance, not a touch. Just silence.

That silence became louder than any argument. It screamed that I didn’t matter. It whispered that I was invisible. It told me lies — that I wasn’t lovable, that something was wrong with me, that I was the problem.

He broke my ribs during one of the darkest moments…
but even then, I blamed myself. That’s what abuse does — it twists your mind while it breaks your body.

But God Said, “No More.”

In the middle of the chaos, God stepped in.
I didn’t contract HIV. That was nothing but God’s covering.
I didn’t lose my mind.
I didn’t lose my purpose.
I didn’t lose me.

God kept me in the middle of the storm. When I didn’t even know how to pray for myself, He surrounded me. He gave me strength I didn’t know I had. He whispered, “You are not what he said. You are who I created you to be.”

My Escape Was My Exodus

God made a way of escape. It wasn’t easy. I left with bruises that no one could see — on my soul, my heart, my trust. But I left. I survived.

And I am still standing.

I don’t share this story for pity. I share it for power.
I share it for the woman who feels trapped, voiceless, and unseen.
I share it for the one who has cried behind closed doors and smiled in public.

You are not crazy.
You are not worthless.
You are not alone.

I Am Proof That God Rescues

God rescued me when I couldn’t rescue myself.
He protected me from disease, despair, and destruction.
He is healing me — layer by layer.
And now, I use my voice to help others find freedom, faith, and fight.

You Can Rise Too

If you’re in something toxic, please know:
You can walk away. You can heal. You can be whole.
And one day, you’ll look back not with shame… but with gratitude that you made it out.

Because I did.
And I’m still standing.