When people look at a happy couple walking together in Kampala, they often admire the smiles but never imagine the storms those two might have survived. My name is Derrick, and my wife is Maria, and for a long time, our marriage looked perfect from the outside. We lived in Ntinda, had stable jobs, and appeared like a couple that had everything under control. But deep inside our home, things were falling apart faster than we were able to fix them.
Our problems began quietly, like small cracks that you only notice when they become too big to ignore. At first, we argued about simple things—house chores, finances, how we disciplined the children, or why one of us came home late. But with time, those small issues grew into full-blown fights. There were days we would go to bed without speaking to each other. I started spending more time away from home, while my wife began withdrawing emotionally. We became strangers living under the same roof.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
