This story was originally published in June 2020. A year later, Mary sent us an update to the story. You can read the update here. Day by day I think …
We’ve been married for almost 3 years. When our rings came in, we realized my husband’s own had a problem. It was smaller and the quality wasn’t what we wanted. …
My wife is the kind of woman who never gets satisfied with little. She’s never content with anything. Get her a bicycle today and she would be impressed for only …
I don’t receive calls while driving but this person kept calling and calling until I decided to stop by the roadside and answer the call. It was an old friend …
When I got pregnant with my first son, everything about me started getting bigger. My nose, my cheeks, the flesh underneath my chin, my breast, my waist, my feet, and …
Three months after marriage, my husband misplaced his wedding ring under a bizarre circumstance. To date, if I think of the story he told me about his missing ring, my …
We were not in a good place financially when we got married. My husband was working as a fuel station attendant and I was a pupil’s teacher—not a trained teacher …
There are friends I grew up with. We went to school together and did most things together. In school, we were called the four musketeers. In good times and in …
The first time I removed my ring, I was only one week old in marriage. I had returned from the honeymoon and was smelling of fresh marriage. She didn’t know …
I’m one of the women who found love in their workplaces. It wasn’t easy from the beginning. Though he was highly ranked than I was, we were in the same …
I was twenty-three years old, and in the bright light of my youth when I said yes to Kwabena. He wasn’t a stranger to me. He wasn’t someone who walked …
