November
It is the end of November, end of exams and end of stress season. Except for me, who has to return home to that boxing ring I call my marital home. Yet again, my darling husband has only touched me once since we start having troubles in our marriage.
I get home and our helper comes up with me.
Mam'Sarah: Bayanda sent me to check on you.
Me: thanks, ma. I am fine.
Mam' Sarah: alright, do you need anything?
Me: no, thanks.
She exits the room and I throw myself on the bed. Wow! What a life! I run to the bathroom as I feel this overwhelming wave of nausea.
I vomit all my lunch and my breakfast. Oh my word!
22:56
Bayanda and I just had another argument. He just left, he usually does that when we get into it. He goes for a drive around town and returns when he feels better.
I'm currently packing my stuff, I think I just really need some space. I think we both need it.
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my heart can never trust again
RomanceLove shouldn't hurt, right? Then why does it hurt and confuse Mapula? Will she ever find a man to love her the way she needs to be loved? Let's find out.
