For almost two years, my life felt like a slow and painful storm that never ended. My name is Rose, and I live in Walukuba, Jinja. Anyone who knew my family understood how much I loved my husband, James. We had built our home from nothing, supported each other, and raised our two boys with love. But everything changed the moment another woman entered his life. One morning, he packed his clothes, looked me in the eyes without a single feeling, and walked out of our home. He said he had found someone who made him happier and that he no longer felt anything for me.
The pain I felt that day cannot be described. For months, I cried myself to sleep. I kept asking myself where I went wrong. My children watched me break down almost every night, and it reached a point where even neighbors started whispering about how my marriage had collapsed. Everywhere I went, people had something to say. Some blamed me, some laughed behind my back, and others advised me to move on. But deep down, I knew my husband was not himself. Something felt unusual—almost unnatural. His behavior had changed too suddenly, and he had completely disconnected from his own children. Even when the kids tried calling him, he ignored them.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
