I’m Melvin from Nakuru. For five whole years I thought I had the kind of marriage people write songs about. I respected Daniel like crazy, held the home down when salaries were delayed, and cooked his favourite pilau even when the gas was almost finished. I honestly believed we were solid. Then one random Tuesday, while I was dishing ugali and sukuma, he looked me dead in the eye and said, “Melvin, nowadays you are not sweet.
I don’t feel anything for you anymore.” My heart just stopped. The serving spoon literally shook in my hand. I felt like someone had poured cold water inside my chest. He used to rush home, hide little chocolates in my handbag, and call me “baby” even in front of his boys. Suddenly he’s coming home past midnight, phone face-down, smiling at texts he quickly closes when I walk in. Affection? Gone. Conversations? Replaced by silence and Premier League highlights.
I kept replaying his words, asking myself where I went wrong. Did I get too comfortable? Did motherhood change me that much? That night I cried until my pillow was soaked, feeling ugly, unwanted, and completely lost in the marriage I had poured everything into. Continue Reading https://drbokko.com/?p=35134
