Even if I return to my husband’s house, we will never have unprotected sex unless we are ready to have a baby. When that time comes, we will go to the hospital for check-ups. If we’re both free from STIs, we will try for a baby. After I get pregnant, we will go back to protected sex. I have made up my mind. He doesn’t agree, but there’s nothing more I can do — it’s either we follow this plan or we divorce. That is my final decision.
Bra Kweku, why am I saying all this? One month after we met, I realised he was a flirt. On social media and in person, he was proposing love to random girls on Facebook, WhatsApp, and anywhere he could chat. I wasn’t comfortable with it because it made me feel small. He didn’t listen, but I let it go because I believed he truly loved me.
Two months after our marriage ceremony, I found out he had been involved with about four other women. He was sleeping with all four of them while still with me. When I saw the chats on his phone, I was heartbroken. I confronted him, he begged for forgiveness, and I forgave him. I asked him to cut them off, and he promised he would.
Later, I realised he had stopped talking to three but was still chatting with one. I got angry and stayed with a friend for a few days to clear my head. When I came back, he seemed different, and things were fine for almost a year.
But last Friday, he left home in a rush and forgot an important document. I called him several times to remind him; he didn’t pick up. Three hours later, I tried again and his phone was off. I decided to take the document to his office — and I regret that decision. Bra Kweku, I caught him red-handed with one of his workers in his office. I felt ashamed because we had been intimate the night before.
Please, Bra Kweku, let your audience judge this for me. Am I being too harsh? I need to protect myself. If he cannot keep me safe from what’s outside, then I will protect myself from inside.
