We ladies love to talk, love to be interactive, that’s why chats are a big deal to us. We love to emotionally connect. I love my husband, I really do but I slipped without knowing I gave myself to another man.
My husband and I have been married for years, our conversations had become dry, I needed the wetness of an emotional stimulation and I got that wetness from a stranger. A strange man, who shouldn’t have penetrated through my mind but it does because I needed more. It started off as a simple Hi on Repost, we exchanged numbers, and took it to WhatsApp.
This strange man started asking me questions, personal questions. You know we women love to be the center of attention. So I loved it He would send me jokes, good stories he would check up on me, ask me how I am doing, ask if I have eaten, how my day was. I volunteered the information. But slowly, I was letting down my guard, I was becoming comfortable with him, I started forgetting that I am married.
I would wake up on my marriage bed instead of looking at my husband’s lips that I loved to kiss I would look for my phone just to read an early morning message from this strange man. He would send me an inspirational quote each morning I would smile reading his messages.
“You are married, why are you doing this?” I once asked myself but this strange man was pulling me, this strange man knew my schedule and that of my husband. So he knew exactly what time to call me on the phone and we’d talk for hours, heart to heart stuff.
I began to open up to him, he knew more about my day than my husband did. I made sure my phone had bundles so that me and the strange man could keep on chatting. I started to bad mouth my husband to him, I told the strange man secrets about my marriage. For some strange reason, I kept talking about my husband’s shortcomings. The strange man become my place to vent.
We would talk about my husband, the strange man would tell me what my husband is doing is wrong, how if he was my husband he would treat me better. He made me magnify my husband’s weaknesses. As time goes by, I and the strange man started meeting face to face often I tried hard that we don’t meet in a private place. To try and console myself that am still faithful to my husband Though I kept the meetings secret.
I started to justify why I am spending so much time with this strange man, I argued that my husband is boring, busy, the same old, But a part of me asked myself “How would you feel if your husband was doing this with another woman?”
But women, sometimes have double standards, I argued with myself that I can handle it, that women have more self control than men. “The strange man is just a friend” I convinced myself. By phone suddenly had a pin code as security, I knew my husband wouldn’t like the messages, the messages between me and the strange man that had got me distracted in my marriage…
To be continued
**Don’t Just Know**