Shadows Of Tradition

I married young,thought it was a ticket to freedom,turns out I fled  from a storm into an eye of the hurricane. My husband's charm was a trap, and tradition was his trigger. He'd quote ancient sayings to justify his cruelty, leaving me shattered. Our kids grew up in the crossfire – scared, silent, and observant,with a tyrant as a father.

Our first son was forced to live with his uncle, a family in a distant city. Why? Because my husband decreed it. Our daughters? He was grooming them for marriages he'd orchestrated – with boys from "good families"😏,his friends of course. 
My first daughter tried to escape, lasted 11 months in a loveless union. My second daughter's stuck in a déjà vu,relieving my marriage in her home,same patterns, different generation.

But then... life struck. My husband went blind. And our kids? They abandoned him.
"He laid his bed" they said😨
I cleared the bill,he's my husband, I held his hand through recovery.

Now he's repenting, saying sorry,he wants his family back. But I've seen the shadows he casts. I've lived the nightmares he created.Though I'll never abandon him, I will never love him again cause "a broken glass can never be made whole again."