Why my marriage failed

Part 1

By Henry

I married at a younger age believing all will be well. Settling down is the desire of every young man. My wish was to continue with the lean age of my fore grandparents.

I got my first salary and spent it with my boiz at the club. Every weekend we had parties. It was my memorable youthful time. Back in mind, settling with a lady was not my priority; being happy with my age mates was my option at that particular moment.

There was this day that I felt dizzy. It was a weekend and I had a terrible headache. I didn’t have an appetite for anything. This persisted for almost a week. My body was very weak. I was not able to make with my group members at the club and at my workplace.

It was during this time, I realized the importance of having someone in the house. To help me with cleaning and even talking to me. Loneliness was possessing my life portion. During these low moments, Sandy was always around. She would sneak from her workplace once in a while to come and check me. Taking care of me and doing all the house chores. I felt she was my saviour at that moment.

‘I think this lady deserves better than this. I need to have her around me. I need to avoid this pretense of mine…’ I had multiple thoughts about Sandy. I even foreshadow my future with her.

‘Sandy, can I spend the rest of my life with you?’

As I was saying this, my friends were cheering at me at Club Mali. I was on my knees and on my left hand side; I was carrying a small red box. The box accommodated a golden ring.

Sandy was sipping a glass of Raina white wine. She was seated at the reserved table with my boiz. She was dressed in her long black and shiny dress. This was accompanied with the red high heels. She didn’t believe what I was saying.

The glass slipped from her hand, she grabbed me from the floor, held my right hand with her left hand, and I fitted the ring to her left ring finger. She held me firmly and leaned on my shoulder. She whispered;

‘Yes, yes, yes…’

She wiped and the boiz had to call for another celebration. Our table was filled with bottle of beers, wine, mineral water, nyama choma, ugali…

We left Mali club past 2 O’clock in the morning. We had booked for a cab to take us home. By then I was residing at Bondeni Estate. That’s how we started our young family life.

Sandy was working in a law firm as a clerk. I felt like I was stable enough to talk to her to be a house wife. At this particular point she was pregnant. That’s after moving in together for two years.

By this time, she was already six months pregnant. She agreed with my offer as we had already moved to a new apartment in Mambo Leo Villa.

Where was working, I got another feeling with my colleague. Pam was the accountant in the firm I was employed. Of late, Pam comes with a packed meal for us. We had a cafeteria in the firm. She used to come and take me for lunch.

I felt like I made a mistake of marrying early. To Pam, my marriage was not a barrier. We were just friends. That’s how she referred to our relationship. She gave me a new picture of what love means; a lady can fall in love and never look behind no matter the situation.

We used to chat till late night. I used to lie to Sandy that I had a business deal to secure online. Sandy didn’t have any issue with my response.

‘Of late you are so close with your phone than me and our unborn child.’

‘No my dear, it’s a business deal please. I can’t ignore you and the creature you are carrying for me.’

I used to sneak to the washroom to go and video call Pam. Imagine using sign language just to avoid creating suspicion with Sandy. At times avoiding going to work and spending time at Pam place!

Even most of the time towards Sandy labour pains; I started avoiding her repasts, just because of taking some drinks and dinner at Sandy place.

I received a call from Mama Afya Hospital that I was needed there since my wife pregnancy had issues. How Sandy got to the hospital, I don’t know since most of the time lately I spend at Pam. When I was called, it was in the midnight. We had a road trip with Pam. After taking evening meal, we retired to bed earlier. That’s how I got this heart shaking news of Sandy admission.

I left Pam place quickly and headed to Mama Afya Hospital. Sandy was laid in ward No. 3. At the door it had a post HDU ROOM. I was given her purse by the doctor. Inside the purse was a note which was printed and well folded.

I loved you but you decided to betray me. You betrayed me with your colleague in the office. I know her, Pam. I tracked your call to monitor your behavior. Sorry for doing that but it’s painful. Even after carrying your child, you went ahead to date and entertain her. Just because I was pregnant. Being pregnant is not a permanent disease. We loved one another before my pregnancy. We played, went out to party, we encouraged one another... I left my job just to make you happy but you have decided to mock me. I know you regret marrying at early age as you texted her. I had even mounted CCTVs in our home and you didn’t notice. All this because of Pam. You have tortured my true feelings for you. I have been silent like a fool for long. I don’t know what will happen to our unborn child. Towards my labour, you didn’t bother to take me to clinics for checkups. All because you had a busy schedule with Pam. Let God reward you. Don’t bother yourself about me. God knows my fate and my unborn child. Marry your phone and your new Pam. By Sandy

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