I never thought I’d write something like this. But silence nearly destroyed me.My name is Eunice. I was married for exactly three months and twelve days.No, he didn’t beat me. He didn’t cheat. He didn’t drink. But somehow, I still found myself on a matatu at 6:00 a.m., clutching a handbag and crying silently into my lap.
That was the day my marriage ended and I still remember the smell of the rain and the dust on my suitcase.When we met, everything moved fast. He was charming, respectful, and very private. We didn’t date long, just five months before he proposed. I was 28, and everyone around me was either getting married or engaged.I thought I had won. To read more,click here
