I never thought saying “I do” would unravel my heart like it did. When I married, I dreamed of loyalty, shared laughter, and growing old hand in hand. Instead, my life became a quiet nightmare. My husband started staying out late. Worse, he brought women home, forcing me to witness his betrayal with a cruel smirk. My tears didn’t faze him. My prayers felt lost in the wind.
I tried talking, counselling, even packing my bags, but my family urged me to stay, saying every marriage has its storms. Yet, each night chipped away at my soul. One day, I bumped into an old friend. She saw the pain in my eyes and listened as I poured out my story. Leaning in, she whispered, “You need to meet Dr Bokko. He’s more than a healer—he’s a lifeline.” Sceptical but clinging to hope, I felt a spark urging me to give it a chance. Continue Reading.