If you looked at us from the outside, you’d think we had a perfect life. Two kids in good schools, a rented maisonette in Kitengela, both of us working, cars parked in the compound.But inside that house, our marriage was rotting.No affection. No laughter. No sex. No connection. Just two exhausted people pretending for the kids. For years, we barely touched each other.
When we did, it felt forced, cold, and mechanical,Intimacy? Dead.Communication? Arguments.Love? Buried.We slept facing opposite walls. We stopped eating together. I (the wife) even started locking myself in the kids’ room to avoid his presence. My husband buried himself in work or football highlights on his phone till 1am. He claimed to be tired, but I knew he had no interest.To read more,click here
