From the outside, it would appear like we lead a great existence. Cars parked in the compound, two children attending reputable schools, a leased flat in Kitengela, and both of us working. But our marriage was in ruins within that house. No love. Don’t laugh. No sleeping with one another. Not connected. Just two weary individuals acting like children. We didn’t really contact each other for years. When we did, it was chilly, mechanical, and forced.
We slept with our backs to the walls. We ceased sharing meals. To get away from him, I (the wife) even began locking myself in the children’s room. Until one in the morning, my spouse was engrossed in work or football highlights on his phone. Rather than being lovers, we had become roommates with kids. And we both agreed that this marriage was dying when we eventually got down to discuss it. The spark has vanished. “I don’t even feel attracted to you anymore,” he even said. That was a deep cut. To read more click here.
Was Almost Divorcing Him, Now We Make Love Like Teens
