Our Husband (Rarely Updated)

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Umaima💝

"For every marriage, there's a struggle perhaps I was married to struggle cause my happiness never lasted and ever since then it's been chaos, how do I make things right?"

It's another day, I have to pick up the used condoms from the floor of my own maternal bedroom.

What hurts more is the fact I'm not even the one that it was used on, it's a different girl every night.

The man I call husband shamelessly bringing all kinds of women to my house and my room making love to them and at the loudest sound they could ever make to let me know that I'm nothing but a common house wife who can't do anything about it.

I've spoken and pleaded with him times without numbers but each time it ended with him giving me money to take myself out and stop complaining to him.

I know money is good, in fact I have too much of it, and now I hate it, I hate having so much money I hate being too rich, they're shits we have to deal with but no one knows and think we're enjoying our life and would never believe it even if they were told.

That's how much of the power money holds. Now I understand why they say it's the root of all evil.

My husband makes halal money but never spends then in a halal manner, if it's not on alcohol and drugs then it's on women.

Sometimes I wonder how someone would work so hard to earn money and ends up spending it uselessly.

If I was told this is what being married to a rich man was like then I would never have gotten married, I would have rather remained single or gotten married to a poor man who would shower me with his love instead.

I wear designer clothes and use high quality products yet my pictures never had a smile in it. I wasn't happy and didn't have any hope of ever becoming happy, I tried everything I could to make my husband all for myself but everything was in vain.

It's always one woman after another, I've called in several family meetings, both our families were aware and have spoken to him but still he never changed.

Even when I cry my heart out and threaten to commit suicide he acts all loving for a week and then goes back to his habits.

I can't believe I don't hate him and I'm still madly in love with him.

No matter what he does or how many women he slept with I was still in love with him.

Sometimes I feel I'm cursed of his love, sometimes I feel like the most stupidest woman on earth but still I couldn't stop loving him.

My family and friends have advised me to seek a divorce but I just couldn't go through with it.

I can't bear loosing Malik. I love and can't live without him, I just can't look him in the eyes to ask for a divorce.

I'm sure he loves me just as much and he wouldn't want to loose me as well.

I just wished he respected my feelings, he doesn't even have any fear of loosing me cause he knows I'll never leave him.

I just wished he'd care as much to stop all his doing, I've preached to him times without number but still same result, no progress, still more women, more Zina, more fitna.