he says i was never his wife

He says now that I was never even his wife.
So I guess its better that he’s out of my life.
His friends are my witnesses and Allah is higher than that.
So I give up my rights knowing Allah will reward me.
But I still can’t believe how cruel this man can be.
He says I don’t care how I make others feel.
And the pain I felt
I could no longer conceal.
I was pregnant with our twins and he left me all alone
I miscarried them and went through depression still on my own.
I cried for many sleepless nights
And he never bothered to call and see if we’re alright.
And he wants to tell me,
That I don’t care how I make other feel
I needed my husband by my side
And from the cruelty around me I had to run and hide
Trying to be strong in my Eman and Deen (faith-religion)
So now I’m asking you! What the hell do you meen?
I don’t care how I make others feel???
I’m writing this poem coz my mother would
hurt more for me if she had heard.
My sister’s to young to talk to and carry this big burden of the world
I care how I make others feel!
But if my words hurt coz they were real
Than that’s your problem and you must deal.