Every time I leave the house, my husband goes missing. Because of this, I don’t attend social events. When someone invites me to a wedding, I don’t go. When someone close to me loses a loved one, I do my best to offer them my sympathies without showing up at the funeral. When anything is happening in my hometown, I don’t even attempt to go.
Just this Saturday, I had to attend a funeral here in Accra. My relationship with the bereaved made it difficult for me not to attend. So I decided to just step out for a few hours. By the time I returned, my husband was gone. As I am writing this, I don’t know where he is. My only comfort is that his car is parked at home. That’s even because I ceased his keys. If not he would have driven it away.
The last time he disappeared with his car he came home without it. I had to go on a search party before I found it parked somewhere with the key in it. Thankfully, someone else didn’t get to it first. This is what happens when you are married to……Read Full Story Here.…………
