My husband has proposed to all the women around me. One after the other, he has badmouthed me to all of them to the extent that these women know the kind of dross I wear that disgusts my husband, what food I cook that makes him want to throw up, what kind of dress I wear that makes him want to take me to my parents and tell them, “Take your daughter, she’s an embarrassment.”

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I thought the fault was mine, so whenever my friends told me what my husband had said to them, I didn’t get angry. I tried to listen and be the girl he wanted me to be. So the dross he talked about, I burned it and bought the ones that would please him. The food he complained about to my friends, I stopped cooking and asked him, “What food will please your majesty?”

I changed whatever I had to change just to appear like the lady he saw in his fantasy. Nothing was enough for him. It got to a point where my friends thought I didn’t believe what they told me. They expected me to attack my husband or fight him or even mention their names as the people who snitched on him. I didn’t. My marriage came first.

Where they thought I would go with fire, I went with water and supplication, just like the way I went to God. They were shocked. They called me foolish. They blamed me for enabling my husband to go around hitting on other women.

He’s verbally abusive and emotionally depressive. But I went to God and placed him on God’s lap, begging God to change the heart He placed in my husband’s chest. Six years and two kids later, nothing changed.

I went home to deliver my third child. There’s a lady who lives not too far from our house. She’s married with two kids. I don’t know how she got my number, but she called one evening and said, “I’m putting you on a call. Just be quiet. Don’t say anything.”

A few seconds later, I heard my husband’s voice. The lady said, “Max, sorry I had to cut you. I had to attend to the kids. So you were saying…?”

From beginning to end, it was about how he was in love with her and couldn’t live a day without thinking about her. The lady said, “But you’re married? What about your wife? She’s a beautiful woman too.” My husband laughed. He said, “Don’t bring her in when we’re talking. That will make me say a lot of things I don’t have to say. If my wife knew half of the way you dress and had a quarter of your beauty, I wouldn’t be here crying.”

I don’t mean to brag, but I’m more beautiful than this lady. Even the lady herself said she didn’t understand why he could call her beautiful when he had me.

I stayed quietly on the phone and didn’t say a word. Guess what? It didn’t hurt. I wasn’t surprised. It didn’t feel like the man on the other side of the phone was even my husband.

I recorded the conversation, so minutes after the call, I sent the recording to him on WhatsApp. It took him three days to call. And when he called, he talked as if nothing was wrong. I told him, “I will come home for my things when I’m ready. Feel free to marry who you want.”

He didn’t say a word. I sent the recording to my dad and also to his dad. When his dad called me, he couldn’t even express himself well. He was so shocked when I told him the woman was married and lived close to our house.

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I’ve started the divorce process. Traditionally, we are no longer married. We’re waiting to go through with the court proceedings. I was a fool in the marriage, but trust me, I don’t regret anything. I was a good wife, and that makes me proud of myself.

—Juliet

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