Imagine missing someone you are with in the same house… Missing someone you share a bed with… Missing someone who cooks your meals every morning, sometimes lunchtime, and every evening.
Strange. Right? But it happens. It happens in an institution called “Marriage”. An extraordinary institution that only a few can fathom what it entails.
In the morning, you are the greatest of friends. In the evening, you are the greatest of enemies. The enmity can’t even be compared to that between William Ruto and Rigathi Gachagua. It is called marriage.
As time goes by, love and warmth start to melt. Soon, the two of you start drifting apart. Silence begins to rule, and mood swings become the order of the day.
Communication disappears. Sex becomes something that you cannot even imagine, and the other party looks at you as if it wants you dead, buried, and forgotten.
Before you know it, there is nothing in common anymore. All that is left is the kids to take care of. You wake up each morning, and all you feel is the other party looking at you with so much loathing and hate.
It is called marriage. But for how long? Marriage is supposed to be fun, full of hope and plans for the future. But now it turns into a war. Zero communication. Always living in fear of starting a conversation because every conversation you have with your partner ends in a fight.
And so, you choose silence. But you soon realize that the silence is only drifting you apart. But again, you can’t talk, because if you do, the other party might spin it, and before you know it, war.
What should one do? Continue living, not knowing what is coming? Continue holding on, hoping things will be better? What if they don’t? What if the other party has already moved on and is hoping that you do too, so that you set them free?
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