Dear Forever

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 it was indeed a huge company known for their beautifully made clothes and awesome designer shoes all over NIGERIA or would I say all over Africa, Kenneth became the MD and was always busy, my kids attended a boarding school so far away from the house while I became the full housewife Kenneth wanted me to be...

You see my years of study both in LAGOS and PARIS was never put into practice, but I never for once complained I went with the flow like what my coursemate then used to say, I cleaned, cooked, and became his whore I called it whore due to the way Kenneth made me feel about it but the sex was good...

Never for once did I complain because I felt he was worth it all... on Sundays, his friends come over I cook and feed them, on weekdays I'm always busy in the house, Kenneth hates staled food so I cook everything fresh even the juice he drinks, I love my husband and I never found anything wrong with all he was doing...

Until he started coming home pretty late, with women perfume on his shirts some with a lipstick stain on it... it kept on going on for a while and I had to keep shut for the sake of peace in my home, even started keeping condoms in his briefcase to avoid issues.

He came back one day from work, as usual, greeted him only for him to hit me it was at that moment I knew I have lost my husband because I was wondering where did I go wrong this time that he hit me... usually he just shouts at me and walks out but that day he went for my face...

At that moment I knew I couldn't take the pain anymore, I figured I have been slaved enough by love! So I met with my lawyer asked for advice because at that time I was confused and didn't want to act on impulse only to regret it later. She advised a couples therapist.

So the following week I and Kenneth went to her office. She talked to us and it seems Kenneth wasn't remorseful, that was when I snapped and asked for a divorce I couldn't take it anymore I was done with the whole insult, I needed a break, all because of Kenneth and his mom I have lost my self-respect and dignity and I decided to punish him so I could keep the little self-respect I have left.



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