Today makes it the second year I left my marriage.
Today makes it the second year I left my marriage.
After 11 years of infidelity, coping with lies, and dealing with STDs, I finally fled in tears. Bayo and I met at a conference, he was the life of the party, intelligent and charming. Everyone wanted to be around him. While dating, I saw footprints of his philandering, and caught him with several women, he apologized, cried, and promised to stop.
But the more I forgave, the more emboldened he became. Sadly, I kept thinking he would change after marriage After marriage, he grew worse. Every international business trip ended with a live-in lover. Sometimes he engaged in threesomes and groupies. It just seemed he couldn't have enough of sex. Interestingly, I never denied him sex. Our sex life was good until he started introducing STDs into the union. I also became a shadow of my pretty and sexy self. Lost my self-esteem, blamed myself for his actions, prayed and fasted for him to change, and felt betrayed by God, waited for 11 years because of my children.
I didn't want the society or church to call me a weak woman who couldn't keep her marriage or a divorcee. But I finally faced my fears, I moved out despite the whispers.
Now, I cry myself to bed every week. I know I need healing but I am scared of the healing process. I am scared to open up, to take responsibility for the fact that I saw this habit but believed I could change him. Piercing pain thugs my heart every time I see him.
I sacrificed myself for us yet I was rewarded with betrayal.
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