01/22/2026
*RUTHY THE ACTRESS NARRATES HER SIDE OF THE STORY*.
The world is judging me.
People have spoken, conclusions have been made, and my name has been dragged before anyone cared to hear my side of the story 💔😥.
I am not writing this to defend myself.
I am writing because the truth also deserves a voice.
My name is Ruthy, the actress.
Sammy, was once my boyfriend. We lived together in lekki, lagos and we were blessed with a child. At first, we were a family. Or at least, I believed we were.
But with time, love slowly turned into fear.
Sammy was violent and toxic. That is the painful truth. He beat me many times.
He controlled me.
He lived in constant suspicion.
My phone was never mine, every call, every message had to be questioned.
He would scroll through my contacts, memorize numbers, and later dial them whenever he came back.
I lived in fear inside a relationship that was supposed to protect me.
Because of the violence, I made the hardest decision of my life, I left.
Since June 2025, we have not been living together.
I moved away to save my life.
Yet even after separation, the pain did not stop.
He would come claiming he wanted to see his child, something I never denied him.
Sometimes, out of kindness and for the sake of peace, I allowed him to spend the night.
But even in my own house, the violence followed me.
There is a day he beat me so badly that I was rushed to the hospital.
“Hospital Walls” stands as a witness to that pain.
I live in my own house.
I pay my own rent.
My landlord can confirm this.
Still, even there, I was not safe.
Then came that painful day, the birthday of our child.
During the day, I celebrated my child’s life. I invited a few friends. For once, there was laughter in my house. The celebration extended into the evening, nothing unusual, just a mother trying to make her child happy.
Later that night, Sammy came.
What followed was not celebration, it was terror.
He started his usual dramas.
He became violent again.
He beat me.
I ran out of the house crying for help.
My neighbors saw everything; they can tell this story better than I can.
After beating me, he went back and slept on my bed in my house, as if nothing had happened while I was outside, broken, shaking, and bleeding.
That night changed me forever.
Today, the world sees one side.
But behind every headline, every accusation, every judgment, there is a woman who lived in fear, who endured silence, who stayed for her child, and who cried alone many nights.
I am not perfect.
But I am human.
And before you judge me, please remember,
sometimes people react after enduring too much pain for too long.
This is my truth.
This is my voice.
This is my story.
What should I do? Should I run with our child and tell noone my new location?
Should I give Sammy the child and change location and number?
Should I report him to the police?
The world, what should I do? 🤔
RUTHY THE ACTRESS
💔😥💔