Kenya, Oct. 6 -- I never imagined that the excitement and big dreams of marriage would lead me to such a dark place. I kept this weighty secret hidden for years, not even whispering it to my closest friends. Right from the start, the spark in our bedroom fizzled out. I attributed it to job jitters or the unpredictable journey of being newlyweds. But as time stretched on, it hit me: the situation wasn't just a rough patch. It was a steady stream of push-away vibes and heart-stinging words that left me reeling. Folks often miss how a marriage without that close connection can feel like quiet cruelty. I'd get the blame game, little digs that chipped away at my confidence, making me feel frumpy and forgotten.
My husband would often leave me alone on the couch for weeks, spouting insults such as, "There are plenty of women who would be thrilled to call this place home." I turned into a ghost in my house, fading fast even though I was still in my prime. My spark dimmed; I ghosted my crew and started questioning if I even deserved to feel desired. I threw everything at it, gentle chats over coffee, nudging toward therapy sessions, and quiet pleas to the universe. Zilch. The harder I leaned in, the colder he got. Nothing crushes like those endless nights, eyes squeezed shut against tears, faking sleep in the dark. Continue Reading.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.