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From that moment onwards he changed completely, he became a real horror. I had to get up early every day to go to work, but he expected me to stay awake until he came home.
If I was already in bed, then he waked me up and cursed at me. I was not a welcome guest in his barbershop, he felt as if I was checking on him.
In that period he spent more time at home, than at work.
He prefered to be his own boss, so we started our own business.
Everything that went wrong in the shop, became my fault, he treated me like a slave.
I had to do all the work (keep the shop clean, book keeping, ordering, shopping, etc.), apart from hair cutting, that was his job. When I finally came home at 3 in the morning, tired, all hell broke loose.
I didn’t really understand what he meant, but het explained me that in that way we could share a hotelroom as we were going to Luxor. We planned to stay in Holland for several years to earn some money and then move to Egypt. After he had lived here for more than six months, he thought that renting a house, was a waste of money and he suggested we should buy a house.
I should then hire a hairdresser, which would be more expensive. The salary he would earn with that would go to his bank account, so I couldn’t touch it and he would not pay for anything.
All costs for the shop and the household of our family were payed by me, because I received the whole budget of the shop after reducing his percentage.
He blamed me that I was going out with other men, that my book keeping wasn’t correct and that I stole money.
He humiliated me in front of customers and friends.