Our families now know about our separation. Surprisingly, they accepted it without a fight. Even his mother, my mother, even suggested that I should go back home and stay with them, but I decline not because of the abantu bazothini syndrome but because I want to heal in peace and alone I wouldn't be able to do that with my parents around me pitying me. Ndlalifa moved out again, took all of his belongings this time, and now he leaves with his babymama he decided that he is no longer going to marry her badlala vat n sit.
I am wandering aimlessly around the house, feeling lonely and empty. I have never imagined that my marriage would turn out to be like this. The silence was deafening, a stack contrast to the laughter and arguments that once filled the rooms. I couldn't help but wonder what Ndlalifa is doing and whether he was happy. The thought of him with another woman made my stomach churn.
As I drifted through the house, I stumbled upon a photo album we created together. I sat on the couch, tears streaming down my face as I flipped through the pages, remembering happier times.
I thought I was making progress that I was accepting and trying to move on, but the wounds of my past lingered. I couldn't shake off the memories of Ndlalifa's betrayal of the pain he caused every step forward, feeling like a step back. I began questioning my own worth, wondering if I was enough the fear of being hurt again paralyzed me, making it hard to trust others or myself
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inkabi entwined
RomanceIn this poignant and passionate sequel to Inkabi Yami, the beloved couple faces new challenges and deepens their bond. As they navigate the triumphs and tribulations of married life, they must confront their own strengths, weaknesses, and desires. I...
