When our marriage in Thika began falling apart, it did not happen in one dramatic moment. It was slow. Silent. Painful. Small misunderstandings grew into daily arguments. Silence replaced laughter. We slept facing different directions, both too stubborn to speak first.
Divorce stopped being a threat and started sounding like relief. My husband and I had once been close friends. We shared dreams, plans, and simple joys. But financial pressure, extended family interference, and constant comparison to other couples drained us. He became distant. I became defensive. We both felt unheard.…CONTINUE READING
