Nairobi, Kenya, is where I call home. My name is Jane Wanjiku. My life was tense and depressing a few months ago. My house was no longer the tranquil setting it once was. My hubby had completely changed. He had lost his affection and concern. He would drink every day, stay out late, and then come home and yell at everyone. He even ceased to support the family. I felt powerless, and my kids were afraid.
My adolescent boys’ misbehaviour made matters worse. They disregarded me, skipped school, and started hanging out with terrible people. They stopped paying attention to me. Most evenings I sobbed. I went to church for prayers and tried talking to friends, but nothing seemed to help. I was gradually loosening up. There was pain in my household. I once came across a tale from a woman who had experienced a similar circumstance while perusing Facebook. Her remarks had a profound effect on me. To read more click here.
