Well, I married my first husband because of my oldest sister and her husband, who were my legal guardians at the time. He was very abusive to me and they knew it. However, they would not allow me to break up with him because he was the one who would buy me clothes, shampoo, etc, and they didn't want to have to do it. I tried getting a job but they made me quit because they thought people would think badly of them if I worked. I tried several times to break up with him but then he would get violent, and then I'd hear a bunch of crap about how "mean" I was to him, and if I just didn't "bark at him like a dog" then he wouldn't hit me. They even tried to force me to marry him when I was underage because they couldn't stand having me in the house, but people kept talking them out of it (thank God), and I refused to anyway.
Every time I tried to talk to them about the abuse, they would just say things like, "Oh, that's just the devil trying to break you up because he knows God wants you to be together." But finally one day, I told them that I could not marry him and they told me that God told them that I had to. Like a dummy I believed it.