When my wife left me, I thought our marriage was over for good. It happened in our small apartment in Nairobi, with no big argument. Just built-up exhaustion, disappointment, and months of quiet tension. She told me she needed space to think things through. Days stretched into weeks. Our talks faded away. I reached out gently at first. Texts got no replies. Phone calls went straight to voicemail.
My friends said to let go. They figured once a woman walks out, she’s decided. But I couldn’t believe that ended our family. The hurt weighed on me every day. Work became hard to handle. I stopped eating much. Nights were rough, going over all my slip-ups. I regretted not paying more attention, getting caught up in my job, and thinking problems would fix themselves.
The worst part was the uncertainty about any chance left. I asked relatives to suggest counselling. She turned it down. My tries only seemed to distance her more. Then I realised it went beyond simple mix-ups. Her cold attitude came on fast and strong, like she’d shut down completely on feelings. I wondered if outside stress from city life played a role. Bills piled up, traffic wore us down. Maybe that added to it.
I sought advice from a local support group. They helped me see separation happens often here. Statistics show rising divorce rates in Kenya, tied to economic pressures. It made me feel less alone. Read more https://drbokko.com/?p=36505
