During our last argument, he brought up something hurtful, saying, “Back when we were dating, did you ever care if I had showered or not before we got intimate? We used to do things anywhere without a care because you were trying to persuade me to marry you. Now that we’re married, you’re complaining about me not bathing.
You women are all alike. After marriage, you think you’ve achieved your goal, so you can act however you please.” His words deeply wounded me because that wasn’t the essence of it all. I didn’t audition for marriage, nor was it about me doing everything to win him over. We were both in love, but circumstances weren’t in our favor. I was still living with my parents, sharing a room with my younger sister.
He had relocated from a different town to work in Accra and couldn’t afford his own place, so he stayed with a friend. Visiting each other’s homes for intimacy wasn’t feasible, so we met in unconventional places and seized any moment we could find. We’d meet at friends’ places and make use of any bit of privacy we stumbled upon. It was never the……..Read Full Story Here…………
