Makeup Couldn't Cover These Scars: Abuse is real and real people are affected

By Wavy Buchman

Makeup Couldn't Cover These Scars is a true story about how I fell in love with a man who ultimately abused me every chance he could.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tablo Publishing
• Release date: Apr 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781922405418

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1. Naïve in Love

     Here I am on my sister’s couch, in pain, wondering how I let my life get to this point. My lung had collapsed, my home was no longer a home, and I was struggling to pay the bills more than ever before. With Christmas less than three days away, I had only $64 dollars to my name and I was determined to make it a good Christmas for my daughter.

Let’s rewind this story to the beginning. My cousin had introduced me to this guy about three years back. He was cute, funny, laid back and such a gentleman when we first met. We would go out on dinner dates, movie dates, arcade dates, heck anything fun. I think I fell hard for him because I felt he was genuinely a good guy. He would come over to watch tv. and we would talk about any and everything through the wee hours of the night. We had some of the best conversations about life, love, and dreams.

Our relationship got intimate kind of quick. I was head over heels for this guy, as much as I believed he was for me. I’ll never forget the day after we got intimate. He saw another man looking at me and just went off on him. Why you fucking looking at my girl? I mean he cursed him all the way out. I didn’t think much of it then, I thought it was cute. I just brushed it off as he was being protective over me, but now I realize that was one of the red flags I let slip right past.

A few months later, I let him move in and it was going well. He was very attentive to my needs and my daughter’s. He would treat us like I was his queen and she was his princess. He took us out often and bought us lavish gifts, you know, really spoiling us. I was happy, my daughter was happy, we were all happy.

One day, we were all chilling downstairs. I’ll never forget we were play-fighting as we always did, then suddenly, he started punching me in my arms and legs as hard as he could. I screamed so many times that I was done, and it was like he didn’t care; like he wanted to teach me a lesson. He