I never imagined that I would survive to share this tale. From the outside, my marriage appeared to be ideal. People were envious of us because of our happy pictures, our coordinated Sunday attire, and the way my husband gripped my waist in public. But something was shifting behind closed doors. His interest in me had faded, his touch had become chilly, and I was left laying awake night after night with questions that had not been answered.
I put my hand in his pants pocket one evening while I was washing the laundry. Something strange touched my fingertips. I froze after taking it out. Two used wrappers for condoms. I believed the neighbours could hear how loudly my heart was beating. I went straight up to him. “Kevin, what is this?” My voice trembled as I asked. He didn’t flinch at all. “Don’t act like you don’t know you can’t satisfy me anymore,” he remarked, giving me a chilly look. To read more click here.
