But the truth I discovered nearly broke me.
One day, while looking for a pen in his bag, I found something that changed everything... 😭😭😭😭
I married my husband knowing he had a child from a previous relationship.
I loved him enough to accept his past and more importantly, his child.
His daughter was just two years old then, and from the very first day, I treated her like my own.
People warned me.
My friends were angry on my behalf.
But I didn't see anything wrong in marrying a man who was ready to commit to marriage, regardless of his past.
We got married, and life seemed peaceful.
His daughter lived with us.
I ted her.I paid her school fees.
I provided shelter.
People even called me by the child's name and I wore it with pride.
Before marriage, we had a serious discussion.
I told him clearly:
"If we are doing this, every tie with your baby mama must be cut."
He assured me they were not even on talking terms.
That gave me peace.
Months later, I noticed he was still communicating with her.
When I confronted him, he said,
"My child needs her mother's presence in her life."
That statement broke me.
So why am I here?
Why does she bear my surname if I'm not considered her mother? He accused me of overreacting and asked me to put myself in his ex's shoes.
I told him plainly:
Either the child goes to live with her biological mother or relatives or he leaves my house.
I couldn't be feeding, paying school fees, providing everything and still not be recognized as the mother.
He threatened to leave the marriage.
After countless arguments, I gave in.
But I told him I would no longer be responsible for the child's upkeep - only feeding.
He cried.
He manipulated.
He threatened to leave again.
Out of shame and fear of what people would say, I continued carrying all the responsibilities.
After marriage, I didn't get pregnant.
Months turned to years.
We went for medical tests.
Everything was fine.
I even took a one-month leave from work just to stay home with him - hoping I would conceive.
Nothing happened.
I was scared.
How would I marry at 36 and still have no child after three years?
One day, while looking for a pen in his bag, I found a drug....
Hmmmmm.😭😭💔
part 1
