My husband fell ill about two months ago, for a while we were not sure what was wrong with him. But two weeks ago a lab report gave a shocking revelation which led my husband to open up. He confessed that for quite a while he had been patronizing prostitutes.
The fact that he had contracted HIV was not my biggest problem, what broke my heart the most was the charade that had characterized our marriage of over a decade.
On his sick bed, I heard my Jamie confess things I wished were not true, but how could I deny when the evidence was clear.
He spoke on how he had started to patronise brothels just before we got married and could not stop afterwards.
According to him, a heartbreak prior to our marriage, had left him vulnerable and he sought solace in the arms of the ladies of the night.
Jamie went on to confess that on certain nights when I was away either on a night shift or visit to my parents’ house, he would return with one of them and on several occasions they will desecrate our matrimonial bed.
Like adding salt to injury, my husband narrated how he even met with some prostitutes while we were on a trip in Dubai.
The stories hurt me deeply, I am really devastated. He said it was some demon that must have taken a hold of him, he said there was never any intention to hurt me.
I remember some nights when he came home with some queer fragrance, I recall once I found condom in his wallet, the signs were there, but I never noticed.
He passed on a week after his shocking confession, there was no wasting time in burying him, I did not want anyone to know about the cause of his death, it was a shame.
We don’t have any child and though I am left with all we acquired together, still I feel so depressed.
Sometimes I feel like taking my own life, there is a thought of worthlessness that takes over me.
I feel that it was my not being woman enough that caused Jamie to continue engaging the service of prostitutes.
My mind is perturbed, I have refused to go for any test, I am scared and don’t want to be told that I also have HIV.
Please help me, I am confused and do not know what direction to go, I fear Jamie has ended my life.
On his sick bed, I heard my Jamie confess things I wished were not true, but how could I deny when the evidence was clear.
He spoke on how he had started to patronise brothels just before we got married and could not stop afterwards.
According to him, a heartbreak prior to our marriage, had left him vulnerable and he sought solace in the arms of the ladies of the night.
Jamie went on to confess that on certain nights when I was away either on a night shift or visit to my parents’ house, he would return with one of them and on several occasions they will desecrate our matrimonial bed.
Like adding salt to injury, my husband narrated how he even met with some prostitutes while we were on a trip in Dubai.
The stories hurt me deeply, I am really devastated. He said it was some demon that must have taken a hold of him, he said there was never any intention to hurt me.
I remember some nights when he came home with some queer fragrance, I recall once I found condom in his wallet, the signs were there, but I never noticed.
He passed on a week after his shocking confession, there was no wasting time in burying him, I did not want anyone to know about the cause of his death, it was a shame.
We don’t have any child and though I am left with all we acquired together, still I feel so depressed.
Sometimes I feel like taking my own life, there is a thought of worthlessness that takes over me.
I feel that it was my not being woman enough that caused Jamie to continue engaging the service of prostitutes.
My mind is perturbed, I have refused to go for any test, I am scared and don’t want to be told that I also have HIV.
Please help me, I am confused and do not know what direction to go, I fear Jamie has ended my life.
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