Every time I leave the house, my husband goes missing. Because of this, I’ve stopped going to social events altogether. When someone invites me to a wedding, I politely decline.
When a loved one loses someone close, I offer my condolences over the phone or through a message, but I don’t show up. If there’s any gathering or event in my hometown, I don’t even try to attend.
Just this past Saturday, I had to go to a funeral in Accra. My relationship with the grieving family made it hard for me to stay away. So I made a decision to step out for just a few hours.
But the moment I got back home, he was gone. As I write this now, I still don’t know where he is. The only small relief I have is……Read Full Story Here…….
