I’m Terrified My Sick Wife Will Find Out About My Mistress’s Pregnancy
It started as rashes, and then fever set in. The rashes grew into boils the size of a one-cedi coin. The doctor said it was a bacterial infection. The drugs he gave shrank the boils and reduced the rashes and pain, but they came back once the drugs were either finished or had been used consistently for a long time.......CONTINUE READING THE ARTICLE FROM THE SOURCE>>>>>
When the boils started growing bigger, her parents suggested herbal treatment, so we took her to one of the herbal facilities a lot of people recommended. The rashes would go, and boils would take their place. The boils would disappear, but she would be too weak to lift her fingers up. We did lab tests, we did scans, we even scanned her soul, but this sickness kept moving from one painful thing to another.
When you fight your sickness head-on and get no healing, you invite words from people who think they know better what’s wrong with you. Anyone who came to visit suggested one doctor or another. They suspected one disease or another. One said, “This could be spiritual, ooo, so why don’t you seek the intervention of a powerful pastor?”
I resisted the urge to see a pastor. I felt sickness like what my wife was going through could be handled medically, and there was no need going to pastors who would tell you they’ve seen what they hadn’t seen. Because of my resistance to seeing a pastor, they fingered me as part of the problem. One day, her family came for her. It wasn’t out of anger. They asked respectfully. They commended me for trying and asked to continue from there. By then, my wife had been sick for over five months.
They took her away, but I sent money. I went to visit on weekends. It was every weekend at first before it became once every fortnight. As I write this, my wife has been away from me for eight months. Life was hard. My finances were in bad shape. I was in a very bad shape because, aside from everything I was going through, I missed being with a woman.
That was when Efua came into the picture. I didn’t hide anything from her. She knew I was married. She knew my wife had been sick for close to a year. She knew she was the side piece and played her role accordingly. She was a lot of help to me, so along the line, I got carried away and made her pregnant. She told me, “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have it. You need to forgive me, but there’s no way I’m going to let this go.”
She didn’t even have a job but was ready to have a child. I tried, but she wouldn’t yield. I don’t have a child with my wife. We were trying until she got sick. The beginning of her sickness journey felt like a pregnancy until it escalated into this huge situation we find ourselves in.
My wife is stable. I can say she’s getting better. The voice she lost is back. Slowly, she’s recovering her missing posture. She looks emaciated, but that can also be worked on. Currently, I’m the one who’s not getting better, though I’m not sick. Efua doesn’t even pick up my calls because she wants me to come home to meet her family and accept responsibility for the pregnancy.
I sense trouble ahead. She got pregnant before showing me her true colours. I didn’t know she could be this confrontational until this pregnancy. She’s doing everything for the world to see that I’ve impregnated her, including picking quarrels when she comes around. At first, she sneaked in. These days, she makes an entrance. If my wife gets to know this, it might negatively affect her health. I wish she wouldn’t know, but the way Efua is behaving, some silly person will know and tell my wife about it.
My worry now is how to keep this from my wife until she’s fully back on her feet again. I should be the one to tell her. I should be the one to say sorry before announcing my sins, but the way things are going, she might know before I get there, and the effects—the fact that we don’t have a child together yet—might kill her.
