In 2021 my dad had a stroke. It wasn’t only a stroke. His lungs also suffered. He couldn’t breathe without the help of a machine. He went in and out of a coma and couldn’t talk for days. He was 67 years old so all of us thought the end had come. The family gathered around him every day to let him know he was surrounded by love. We are five siblings. All of us were there consistently.

When he came out of the coma and regained a little bit of his speech, he told my mom he believed it was time for him to go. Doctors said he was getting better but he didn’t believe it. One night he said he couldn’t feel his body and was so sure that night would be his last night.

He confessed to my mom. My dad had two children with another woman out of town. According to his confession, the first child was fourteen years old while the second was nine years old. And the shocking thing was that my dad had played his role as a father in the lives of these two kids without any of us suspecting it.

The confession broke my mom down so she stopped going to the hospital for days, leaving our dad to us to handle. Looking at how my mom was treating him, his situation got worse but slowly he was nursed back to life and one day he was discharged.

For three years, my mom has consistently shown my dad shege to the point this man calls us every day telling us that he wants to die. When he came home from the hospital, my mom threatened him with a divorce and asked him to leave the house. They fought over this for months. My dad came to live with me, later went to live with my brother and went around all the five of us until we later settled the matter.

My mom no longer cooks, wash or clean after my dad. My dad doesn’t even know how to operate a washing machine so on weekends I went there to help him. My mom warned me to stay out. One evening my dad took a stroll outside as a form of exercise. By the time he returned, my mom had locked the door. She screamed from the inside, “Go and live with that woman and the kids. If you had proper legs you would have been walking there and back secretly.”

True to her words, my mom didn’t open the door. My dad sat outside until morning.

When Dad told us, we all came together and descended on our mom. She fought back and warned us to stay out of their issues. It’s not as if my dad is strong ooo. This man still walks with the relics of the stroke he suffered. He gets tired easily and finds it hard to breathe sometimes but mom doesn’t care.

We were all scared for our dad so we advised him to move to his family house. He says no. Nobody can take him out of his own house where his wife is.

We wanted to know the kids and meet the woman involved but my mom placed an advance curse on anyone who tries to extend a hand to those kids. Currently, no one speaks about the kids, not even my dad. But something tells me my mom is doing something evil to secure all the properties so those kids and their mother will have none in case my dad dies soon.

It’s a whole drama every new day but what hurts my heart most is how my dad looks at his age without the love of his wife. He was everything my mom had and you’d never see my dad without my mom since they both went on retirement. I guess it’s the reason it hurts my mom so bad. I pray things change but dear men, try and do better. The pain is too much already.

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