16/10/2025
I got married to my first husband and for 8½ years we couldn't have children. All the blame was on me, I was tagged a barrèn woman, and given all sorts of dèmeaning names. I endured all the treatment he gave to me. Wetting my bed with teàrs all nights. One day, he brought a woman into the house and sent me out of our room, they slept on our matrimonial bed. They slept together all through the night. That was the height of wickednelèss he meted to me. I kept on enduring, but it was becoming a burden to much to bear. I hate divorce or separation. One of my life long prayer and desire is a happy and fulfilling marriage. I never dream of having two husbands by any mean. I was telling myself 'it will be better'. I was getting lèan by the day. My parents asked me to leave, but I insisted it is going to work, we are just going through a phase of marriage. The day I packed out of the house was he brought a woman selling cooked rice and beams in our street to the house, an illiterate. I couldn’t bear it any longer. I moved back to my parents house because I had no where to go. I later initiated the divorce process, and because he had wanted to get me off his life, it was shameless. He was very excited when I initially gave him the papers. I was attending my parent's church, I met their pastor and explained all I have been through to him. This man standing behind me later walked into my life and took me to the altar again. In nine month's time, these are the triplets that the wiper of tèars gave my family. This man here accepted me with my past, and promised to stay with me even if I can't give him a child. But, the Lord has turned it around. I am a mother of three at once in just 10 months of my second marriage. I was with my first husband for eight and half years without one day of pregnancy. He wipèd away my tèars and gave me triple for my shàme. Copied: 🙏🏽💕🎉👏💖