She had it when we were dating five years ago. A long brown dress she wore whenever she was home. Anytime I visited her while dating, she wore that long dress. I took several pictures of her in that dress. One day when we were going through her pictures she remarked, “You only take photos of me when I’m wearing this dress. Do you want people to say that I have only one dress?”
I told her, “Maybe you should get a new one. This one has suffered in your hands already.” She responded, “I have a lot of them here ooo but my spirit is in this one.”
We got married and that dress made it to our matrimonial home. She never wore any dress in the house except that one. When I complained she said I was jealous. I got her petite dresses she could equally wear at home; bum shorts, ready-to-fight, different shades of blouses etc. She wore them the very day I gave them to her. Those dresses never saw the light of day again. She went back to default, wearing that long brown dress.
The dress wasn’t even nice. It didn’t add anything to her beauty. If anything, it made her look shabby and uncared for. Like a house girl in a big pantry. So we had verbal fights about the dress and I even warned her not to wear it around me. He didn’t heed. He continued wearing it because her spirit, according to her, had made the dress her home.
Homes get burned to ashes sometimes so one day when she wasn’t around to fight, I took the dress, added it to toilet papers and burnt it. The end of an era. No ashes to give her a clue and no ghost to haunt my existence, so I thought.
I was wrong. That dress is dead but our marriage hasn’t been the same again. She wakes up in the morning asking about the dress. In the afternoon, she’ll turn the room over, looking for her dress. In the evening, she’ll go to bed while trying to figure out where last she put the dress.
I would have told her, but how she behaves makes the man in me shiver. I tell her, “It’s just a dress. Let it go and allow your spirit to make a home in a new one.”
She gives me bombastic side eyes and says, “I suspect you know something about my missing dress. You better show me where you placed it before I start misbehaving.”
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It’s been over a month but the memory of this brown dress still haunts me. I think I have to confess but what if she sees me in a different way? What if she develops mistrust against me and hurts this marriage? I knew she loved that dress but I underestimated how deep the love goes.
—Divine
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If you confess your finished just die with that one secret at least don’t let it out.
Be a man and be silent like nothing happened. Sorry tho
Just like the dress may that secret be burned and the ashes scattered in forget world never breathe a word about it ever as long as you live or maybe 20years when you’re older in marriage then you can confess😄
Not a word about it.
This reminded me about what a pastor said. He said every woman has that cloth they always like to put on. He calls it “hanger”😂😂😂. And he also said the hanger always comes with a bonnet😂😂. He told his wife one day that the next time he sees her on that dress, he would either cut it, burn or do whatsoever just to get rid of it. So one day, he cut the dress and that was the end of it. But the difference is that the wife understood and took it casually because the husband had always complained about the dress.
My advise is that, you can choose to tell her or not but depending on her kind of person. If she’s able to handle it, then tell her. But if you feel she’s not able to, then keep it to yourself.