We dated for two years and later decided the relationship had served its course, so we should break up. I suspected her of cheating. She suspected me of cheating too. She was right because I had gotten enough of her insecurity and had checked out of the relationship. She checked out too, and I suspected she had someone else, just that I didn’t have evidence to back my claim.

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It wasn’t dramatic. There was no fight or accusations and counter accusations. One day after a fight, I decided not to call her again, and because she also didn’t call again, the relationship died a natural death. We met quite a few times, but we pretended we didn’t know each other.

Less than a month later, she found a boyfriend she was parading on her status like she had found a prince in a castle. I was also seriously dating the lady I cheated with. We were having a good relationship, and for the first time in so many years, I had peace of mind. No nagging. No name-calling. Nothing.

For a year, I didn’t hear from my ex. I broke up with the lady I cheated with and started dating another lady. I had stopped watching my ex’s status, and I think she had also stopped stalking me.

Two years after our breakup, I had a call one late night from my ex-girlfriend. She was crying as though someone had beaten her. She said, amidst sobs, “I regret ever letting you go. Nothing works since you left. I’ve been lonely and sad. Sometimes I feel like letting go because what’s life all about?”

I didn’t know I had missed her until that night when we talked. I asked what she was going through. I told her I’d missed her too, and truly, she was the one woman I had loved with all my heart. It was just sad that we couldn’t keep the relationship going. After staying on the phone for almost an hour, she asked, “So would you come and see me, or should I come?”

A few minutes later, I was on my way through the night to her place. The lovemaking was the best I’d ever had. It told a story of two people who had discovered water after staying in hell for so many years. She whispered in my ears, but I felt it in my soul: “You see how I’ve missed you? You see how it’s different with you?” I kept humming, “Yeah, yeah,” until we were done and panting.

She asked me not to leave her ever again, and we ended up spending the weekend together. Two months later, she was pregnant. She didn’t announce it with regret or fear. Like the way a wife would announce pregnancy to her husband, with smiles and cheer in her demeanor, she said, “I’m pregnant. Can you imagine? We are going to be parents.”

Her happiness rubbed off on me, and we immediately started talking about how we were going to handle the situation. In the end, we agreed to do knocking and get married after the baby was born.

We ended up doing the knocking and also doing the traditional marriage all in two weeks because that was what her father wanted us to do before he could give his blessing. I didn’t even have a home she would move to after the marriage. She stayed at her place, and I stayed in mine until we finally got ourselves a decent accommodation, and she moved in with me.

We’ve been married for less than two years, and the baby is here, but I can’t seem to understand why I married her. She came back after two years, called one night, and a few hours later, I was with her, and months later, we were married. How?

We dated for two years and couldn’t even agree to stay in a relationship, so what changed when we came back together? What even brought us together, and what did she do for me to marry her when I had a girlfriend before she came back into the picture?

These questions started rattling in my ears even before our marriage turned a year. For some reason, I’ve regretted the marriage. I look at her, and she doesn’t represent anything I want to see in the woman I call a wife. We don’t talk as couples do. We don’t make plans. When we are in the house, she’s in her corner, and I’m also in mine.

It looks like she used juju or cast a spell on me to get me to marry her so quickly, and once that marriage was done, I came back to my senses. She doesn’t ask where I go. When I come home late, she doesn’t care. All she cares about is our baby. I asked if she wanted a divorce, and she asked me, “Is that what you want?”

We haven’t been fighting or quarreling. Largely, the marriage has been without event—so quiet it doesn’t feel like the two of us are home. You only hear the gibberish sounds of the baby and nothing more. When she asked if I wanted a divorce, I should have said yes, but then I wish it would come from her rather than from me. Or is that part of the spell she cast on me?

It’s Not God’s Law For A Man To Apologize To A Woman

I’m not happy in life. I feel trapped and want to walk out of this marriage, but for some reason, I wake up each day with her by my side, and I ask myself, “Why am I still here?” Has any married man been in this situation before? Please, how did you resolve it? Did divorce help your life, or did you stay and later find happiness?

—Acheampong 

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