When I married my husband twenty years ago, he didn’t have much. That didn’t dim our happiness. We were content with the life we could afford. Our love was true and that alone was enough to keep us going through the hard times.
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People here we’ve been married for twenty years and they look at us in awe. They talk about how lucky I am to have a man who holds on to me so tightly. They have no idea the battles I fought to keep my marriage. If I had lost, another woman would have had him by now. Let me tell you what happened.
For a long time, we lived apart because of work. We took turns visiting each other whenever I got a break or when he got a break. We seemed to be making it work until my husband told me during one of his visits that he got another woman pregnant.
I didn’t believe him. Maybe it was a joke. I took my phone and dialled his sister’s number.
“Is it true?” I asked her.
She sounded confused, “Is what true? What did you hear?”
“Your brother said he got another woman pregnant. He is playing with me, right?”
“Ah,” she chuckled, “don’t mind him. It’s not true.”
A few months after that phone conversation, the truth came to light. There was indeed another woman my husband was involved with, and she gave birth to his child.
My husband was remorseful. He said it was a mistake. He didn’t know what came over him. “I know I have broken our marriage vows but please give me another chance.”
Because of the love I carried in my heart for him, I chose the path of forgiveness. I believed he had truly repented of his infidelity. Only for me to call him one night for the baby mama to pick up.
The way this woman insulted me, you would think I was the one snatching her husband and not the other way round.
“You can’t get rid of me,” she screamed, “I have been dating him for eight years now.”
“You are very shameless to be dating someone’s husband for that long?”
This woman kept trying to destroy my marriage, but I didn’t give up. I stood on business and fought for what was mine.
I would say the turning point was when she hacked into my husband’s phone so that all his messages went to her phone. One day she took a number from his phone, called the person, and warned her to stay away from “her husband.” She didn’t know that the person she called was in fact, my friend. I was so angry that day.
When I confronted this side chick, she insulted me again. This time, I didn’t spare her, I insulted her back. I was so frustrated by that whole brouhaha that I confided in a male friend. He gave me his phone and said, “Save her number on my phone. I will handle her for you.”
I didn’t know what he meant so I refused. But he assured me he was just going to talk to her and he wouldn’t tell her where he got her number. After much persuasion, I gave the number to him.
I don’t know what he said to her but they soon became friends, and then lovers. After some time, she told my husband she couldn’t be with him anymore and left him.
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That was how I got my husband back. The funny thing is, neither my husband nor his side chick knows that I was the one who played that game.
Since that woman left, my husband and I have started rebuilding our marriage like before. She came to destroy it, but the Almighty God I serve didn’t allow that to happen.
—Rubie
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