Divorce let’s talk about it…it’s hard let’s talk about My divorce.

Let’s talk about divorce. This thing is hard, it was damn hard.

It really hit home that my marriage was over, when during the week I found myself at our house alone – he had moved out. I couldn’t sleep on the bed we shared alone… I was sleeping in the  sitting room on a couch. I would be so sad as I listen to Capricorn FM’s Mr Black.

I would turn off the light and try not to feel my heavy chest. It was so heavy as if it was loaded with bricks.

I couldn’t control the flow of my tears. Crying seemed to be what my life had turned into. I used to reflect at what could have went wrong… Where and how exactly did I wrong him? I mean did all that I was told at my bridalshower – I cooked, cleaned our home, cared for my inlaws, let him be the head of the house, and never starved him with in the kitchen or bedroom.

I was wrong to be outspoken and communicating my likes and dislikes. Maybe, just maybe, i shouldn’t have have disagreed with him – maybe all that would have made me a better wife if to say yes to everything even when it hurts us, me, our future, my future, his, or that of our child… but okusalayo here I was all alone. He had left… left me for another woman.