Dear Forever

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 The divorce didn’t take long like I had expected, it was approved by his mom under the condition that I would stay in the house and we would   live like flats mates but I owe no conjugal duties to Kenneth due to his fathers campaign for governorship election…

It's so silly because all that women are bothered about is what people will say, their name not wanting it to get spoil in public due to politics… damn what a stupid mother, I mean not even bothered about what her son is going through or question if all was well to warrant divorce scoffs. I’m not surprised

So I stopped cooking for him, stopped washing his clothes, even cleaning except the room which I stayed in… I started socializing what Kenneth never wanted from the start. Went out, travelled out, got a new job, went clubbing. Came home and acted like I have lost the love I have for him.

His mom ended up bringing a house girl for him, but she was no match compared to my daughter cooking, cleaning and house managing, in other words, she was dumb as fuck lol. He couldn’t take it begged me to teach her how to cook I accepted just for him to fuck off my face.

He noticed I was giving little to no attention to what happens in the house not even caring about him that wasn’t the Tamika he knows of, he started trying to get my attention but I was bent on not minding him at all.

Dear forever, he went as far as bringing in one of his mistress but I kept my cool introduced myself to her and went as far as being friends with her, and that was the last thing he expected me to do but I just wanted to be nice to stepmom to my kids because I’m sure I would be barely around them, that much.

He made her turn against thinking it will break me, she made me make her breakfast when I was about to head for my interview. I made the food and shifted my interview for some other time comfortable enough for me.

I also noticed she has been the one all this while, been the one calling him while I was busy making his home beautiful. I confronted her like the wild bitch I am when it comes to MINE, silly me I know I sound like a werewolf but that’s about it.

To be con.T❤



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