My name is Jane, and I live in Eldoret. I never imagined that one ordinary Monday would change everything in my life forever. My husband, Peter, had always been controlling, but I thought I could manage it.
I loved him, or at least I thought I did, and I tried to keep the peace for the sake of our two children. That day started like any other. I was at home finishing household chores, preparing lunch, when I heard the sound of his car pulling into the driveway unusually early.
My heart raced because he was never home before 7 pm. I was alone with my younger brother, Samuel, who had come to visit for the weekend. We had just been catching up quietly, laughing about childhood memories. Nothing more.
Peter stormed into the house, shouting my name. His voice shook me. I froze. Samuel froze. And then, in a heartbeat, the ordinary silence of our living room turned into chaos. Peter’s eyes fell on us, and in his rage, he assumed the worst.
I tried to explain, my voice trembling, “Peter, please, it’s not what you think”
But he didn’t listen. His fists shook. He demanded to know why I was “lying in bed” with his brother. My brother stood up, confused, trying to calm Peter down.
But the sight of Peter’s anger unleashed years of pent-up fear in me. I could see the shock in his eyes he couldn’t believe his own family had “betrayed” him.
In that moment, I realized I needed guidance. Read more....
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