You can live with someone, eat with him, even trust him with your deepest secrets, only to find out he is the one digging your grave. That is precisely what happened to me.
For years, I had a best friend I considered my brother. We shared everything. He knew my struggles and my blessings. We often ate ugali and sukuma in my house. He could even open my fridge without asking. My wife treated him like family. In fact, I always thought, “This is a true friend.”
But slowly things began to feel off in my marriage. My wife and I started fighting over small issues. At times she was cold and distant, other times she was emotional and restless. I could not understand what was going on. I blamed stress, work pressure, maybe just life. But my heart kept telling me something was wrong.
Then I started noticing how close my wife and my friend had become. He called her often, sometimes even when I was right there. He would drop by the house when I was away. When I asked, both of them laughed it off. They said I was overthinking.TO READ MORE,TAP HERE
