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My plan was to ignore the incident and continue living with him in silence. That’s who I am. Naturally, I find it difficult to verbally express my emotions. So I am usually laid back and reserved when I am confronted by heavy situations like this. The only way I could bare out my heart and deal with what happened was to hide behind the safety of anonymity and share my story here on this page. Thankfully, the audience empathised with me and gave me sound counsel.

Many of the comments advised me to break the silence. They said it was important for my mental health that I don’t bottle up my pain. I understood them but I just didn’t know how to address things. So I decided to take it slowly until I was ready to open up. The easiest advice for me to follow was the one from the people who said I shouldn’t sleep in the same bed with him.

The day the story was published, he returned home from his work as a surgeon to find that I had moved my stuff to the guest room. I was in the room when he came looking for me. I locked the door so he wouldn’t enter. He knocked and knocked for almost two hours. Each knock was accompanied by, “Babe, I am so sorry for doing this to you. Let’s talk about it, please.” I remained silent until he left.

That night, I tossed and turned in the guest bed, replaying his profuse apology in my head like a broken record. By the time I eventually fell asleep, I felt guilty for the way I treated him. Nonetheless, I snapped out of the guilt when I asked myself, “Would he have apologized if he hadn’t gotten caught?” I don’t understand why in these situations, they are only sorry when they get caught.

The next day, I left for work as usual. I am a safety officer in one of the mines in Ghana. I didn’t know he was still at home when I left. The day for me, was heavy but I did my best to perform my duties without getting distracted by my own misery.

On my way home, I thought about what I would do that evening. If I would finally talk to him or if I would continue with the silent treatment. As I sought to make a decision, my mind took me back to the way things were before that fateful day.

If I hadn’t returned home from the funeral early, I wouldn’t have known that my marriage was not as perfect as I thought. He was a good husband. The kind who washed the dishes when I cooked. The kind who cleaned the windows while I dusted the furniture. The kind who hung the clothes when I was doing the laundry.

He was supposed to be the husband of my youth. We got married when I was twenty-five and our marriage will be two years old in December. When we found out I was pregnant three months ago, he became more tender toward me and doted on me. Everything was fine between us. We had a solid friendship. Our sexual chemistry was unmatched. There was never a time I withheld myself from him. I was so sure of myself as a wife that I only saw a perfect husband in him. Unbeknownst to me, everything I believed was something else.

I mused over this until I got home. I expected to meet a silent house but I was surprised to see my elder sister outside. She opened the gate for me and I drove in. When I got inside I saw my mum, my husband’s parents, and two of his uncles. Nobody had told me there was going to be a family meeting. I felt ambushed. I also knew there and then that the meeting was about my husband’s infidelity.

My sister followed me inside and asked what was wrong. I was confused that she didn’t know. “Didn’t they tell you why you are here?” She said, “No, mama only asked me to escort her here. She didn’t tell me why.” I said okay and went into the guest room to change into something breathable. When I went back out, everybody’s eyes were on me while my mother-in-law joined my husband on the floor. They were both on their knees.

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I was overwhelmed with emotions that I almost didn’t speak. But I felt awful to see his mother kneeling down. I knew she wouldn’t get up if I asked her to. So I asked my husband to get up. When he did, she followed suit.

At the meeting, they asked him if I had been denying him intimacy. He shook his head and said, “I will be lying if I say she does. The longest we have gone without it is these few days since the incident happened.” His father then asked him to apologize to me in the presence of everyone. He did it eagerly.

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After his apology, everyone present advised me to forgive him, including my mom. I agreed to let the matter go, but only under certain conditions: we would abstain from intimacy for six months to get an HIV test before we would engage in intimacy, and he would change the bed. His mum also added that he should compensate me for not disgracing him publicly when I caught him in the act. Everyone said the terms are fair. My husband has also agreed to do all of them.

As we are trying to restore the trust that was broken, we are taking things slowly. We know that things will not go back to how they used to be so easily. So right now, we are crawling. When the time is right, we will leap, before we eventually become whole again. I am thankful to all of you for your comfort and guidance.

— Kathy

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