To restore my marriage, I had to go deep. I had to ask myself hard questions. I had to look at the man I had become. I cheated. I neglected her. I was chasing dreams while she was building a life without me. She was taking records. She was collecting pain. And slowly, I became someone she couldn’t recognise. I didn’t see it happening. But one day, she looked at me, and I saw the truth in her eyes. She had become comfortable without me. To bring her back, I had to start over. I had to detox from everything I used to be. It was not easy. But healing never is. — Ninalowo Bolanle Finally, a man has accepted to have missed out and neglected what he shared with his family and has owned up to his mistakes. Marriage isn't supposed to be hard if couples value and respect each other, never allowing outsiders to come between them and spoil what has been built over the years. Do not let anyone come between you and your family in a negative way. Welcome only people with good intentions. Glad t...
I married two wives in two different places. My first wife was the woman I truly loved, the mother of my children. The second? She was a mistake I hid from my first wife. One thing led to another, and I cheated. The woman I cheated with refused to let go. She claimed she was pregnant and refused to get rid of it. She insisted I marry her. Now, I pay rent for two separate apartments: one for my first wife and children, where I officially live, and the other for the second woman. And it wasn’t just any house I got her... It was a classy well furnished apartment. To rent and furnish her apartment, I denied my family food and basic needs. I lied that I was broke just so I could save up. Then I secretly married her, without the knowledge of my first wife or our children. Since then, I’ve been living between two homes; lying to my first wife about meetings or travels, just to spend time with my second wife. It hasn't been easy. I’ve been living like a shell of myself, trying...