Marriage is a union between two people but in my case it felt like a war between me and a woman who refused to let go of her sons umbilical cord. My name is Beatrice and for three years my house in Langata was a battlefield. My mother in law moved into our guest room and immediately took over the kitchen the bedroom and even my husbands mind. She told me to my face that I was just a temporary visitor and she was the permanent owner of the home.
Things got so bad that she started planting strange charms in my laundry basket. My husband who used to adore me suddenly started seeing me as an enemy. He would shout at me for no reason and eventually he told me to pack my bags because his mother had found him a “proper” wife from their village. I was standing at the bus station with my suitcases feeling like a total failure until a stranger noticed my tears and shared the secret of Dr. Kashiririka.…CONTINUE READING
