It is difficult to let out, but the truth must be told.
I was happily married to my wife for 35 years, and we went through ups and downs together. We were blessed with perfect and brilliant children—boys and girls. Thanks to my wife, who prayed without ceasing over them, they all married well and had good jobs.
Then, my wife and I retired and got some money. After praying and fasting, my wife advised us to invest in a particular (legitimate) business, and the yields were just dumbfounding. I became exhilarated with joy. I have never seen that much money before. I joined the ‘billionaires’ club. Suddenly, my life changed. I felt ‘too much:’ for one woman. Of course, I changed my cars, we moved to a choice area in town. I began to be invited to important places. Young, pretty girls flocked around me. I also kept company with new friends who were with younger women.
These young women who could whisper all kinds of obscenity into my ears to keep me melting were all over me. I felt like the king of the world. Money was no problem at all. Then I met one of these young, vivacious, curvy, pretty girls (let’s call her Dolly) who paid so much attention to me. She would manicure my nails. Massage me all over, and I ‘fell in love.’ She gave me all kinds of conditions to have her to myself. One of which was to be married to me.
My wife had never ever done me any wrong. She supported me through good times and bad times. When I was burdened, she kept the house and paid the children’s fees, but not one soul knew. The children turned out well, and I knew it was her effort. Somehow, I cannot really explain what happened. I visited Dolly and her mother, who had cooked a sumptuous meal for me. (Dolly’s mother was about my wife’s age). After I ate and drank, she started giving me conditions. She was a divorcee and said she wanted the best for her daughter. They gave me three months to send my wife packing or no Dolly. Whether I went on my knees promising to comply, I cannot remember.
I got home and started accusing my wife of all kinds of things. It was from one quarrel to another. I began to hate her with a passion. I called a family meeting to report her. The list of her faults was endless- from being overweight to being too fanatical- that her prayers were curses, and my suspecting an affair with her Pastor, and so on and so forth. She had defended herself successfully through all the accusations, then told my people (who I had bribed to support me) that she knew what my problem was about and would leave for me to have the young blood I was running after. We booed her and called her disrespectful. My younger sister, my wife, had been rescued from some terrible situation and trained like one of our children, slapped my wife. I just looked on. My wife left home that day and owned most of the household items, but she turned her back on all. The children tried to intervene, but I had some better arguments and lies to win them over temporarily.
I paid Dolly’s bride price to some hungry-looking uncles. Jerome, I only felt like a king for two weeks on my honeymoon. Having a pretty girl (like a beauty queen) next to an old man feels cool when we go to parties. But for me, it ends there. I have been living in hell. Dolly is uncouth, unruly, evil, and doesn’t even know God. Her Mouth is full of curses. She. Has been milking me dry. I cannot even have sexual relations with Dolly now; I have erectile dysfunction and all other stuff. Dolly must have boyfriends. But in all these, I am ashamed to complain to a soul. I miss my godly wife. I miss her gentleness. I have developed all kinds of ailments as nobody monitors my food. Yes, we have all sorts of domestic servants. Dolly has acquired houses, but she does not work. She gave me a child (am I really sure the child is mine, just to cover my shame), but it is no fun being with that child as I had with my children or grandchildren.
My children are no longer close to me, but their mother is very okay. God has always heard her prayers speedily, and many good things have come her way. She looks happier and younger without me. You can see that she is a happy and blessed person.
As for my family members, Dolly drove them away. I am like a prisoner in my heart and even my own home. I made a terrible mistake but was afraid to admit it. I am suffering and smiling. There are things I cannot write in this letter. Even if Dolly was an angel, I realized there is a time for everything in this world. I am in the autumn/winter of my life, and it is useless to be with someone in their spring/summer time. In all honesty, I cannot be like a virile 30-year-old. Forget Viagra (nobody thinks of a drug to quicken the natural growth process of growth in a child, so why should we have a drug to delay a natural factor of old age).
Jerome, I would give anything in the world to turn back the hands of time. I imagine how nice it is to grow gracefully with the wife of my youth. I envy couples who weathered the storm and remain together in their old age. They look so lovely. They understand themselves better. I hope to still have the opportunity to make up for my wife. I tried to be friendly to her, but she just snubbed me and kept me at arm's length. I have been attempting to send presents to her. She returns them. She admits she has forgiven me but wants nothing to do with me. Ah! God help me, this life… Anonymously.
