Weapon 4 Being Cheated!

[lady_dragon81]

Its a sad world out there imagine when this happens to you....
Have you ever thought of what you would do if you found your
husband/fiancé/boyfriend red-handed cheating on you.
Worse still, in your own bedroom?
Have you ever thought of what would happen?
These things aren't only read on papers, they are real.
They happen to real women.
Answer this question to yourself sincerely.
Would you go for that kitchen knife, park your stuff, or hire those thugs that
do justice to other men.
Y ou might be surprised at how you react to this.........
Read on gals..

A weapon called silence By Mildred Ngesa

I felt it the moment I turned the knob. The door was unlocked,
but that was not unusual especially because his car was in the
parking bay, where it usually sat when he was home. What I felt
was a knot forming in the pit of my stomach - the kind of
feeling you get when you hear movements in the house when you
know you are alone in the small hours of the night.

Every second Friday of the month, I travel to Kampala to collect
Fabric for my vitenge business in the city. On this particular
Friday, I left home at dusk as usual, heading for the city centre
to catch the 8 pm Akamba bus bound for Kampala . We waited for
three hours and then it was Announced that the buses had been
cancelled due to a technical hitch.

With nothing else to do in town, I went back home.
The lights downstairs were on and so was the music. The English
Premier League was showing on TV, so why wasn't my husband, a
die-hard Arsenal fan, watching the game? Sometimes a woman's
instincts can be so sharp that she can smell Last year's perfume
on the shirt of her philandering man. My instincts were on edge.
Even though there was no actual perfume in the air. In fact,
there was nothing really that I could put my finger on. Just
this odour of violation that raped my senses like nothing I had
ever felt before. Perhaps This feeling is what kept me from
calling out to my husband. And it Stayed with me even as I
tip-toed upstairs, heading for the master bedroom. Nothing
prepares you for anything like this. They had not even bothered
To shut the door. I simply walked in and there they were, my
husband and this woman, naked save for my purple flowered
bed-sheets partly covering their entwined bodies. It took me a
moment to realise the high-pitched cry that cut through The night
was coming from me.
The bewildered pair scrambled to cover their nakedness and stared
at me blankly. They said nothing. My heart was beating so loud I
could almost hear its echo in the Next room. Trust is a fragile
emotion. Like glass breaking, it can be Shattered in an instant,
never to be wholly recovered again. In that instant, my trust
for this man was lost. "Why don't I go downstairs and
make you some tea?" Did I just say that? I had just walked in on
my husband and another woman, and all I could do was offer them
some tea! I slowly made my way back downstairs. In the kitchen,
I switched to auto-pilot, fetching a packet of milk from the
fridge, lighting the cooker, placing a pan of water on to boil,
bending to remove mugs and the flask.. All the while, my mind was
abuzz, humming a tune I did not recognise.

This must be how zombies feel. It went on and on, the tune seemed
to imply that I ought to be in control, that I ought to keep
breathing so that I may Stay sane. The tea was ready and placed
on the table. Three bright blue mugs sat neatly on light blue
place mats. I waited for the "guests" to come down as I sat
motionless, staring sightlessly at the television. They came
down - my husband first, dragging his feet like a prisoner
counting his final steps to the gallows. He sat on the love seat
the two-seater on which he had cuddled and kissed me
passionately just the night before. She followed, hesitating
for a moment near the same seat before moving to the furthest
corner of the room, near the door, a safe distance from me.
I began talking as I poured tea into the cups. I rattled on and
on about the transport crisis and the difficulties of travelling
at a time like this. "Karibuni chai." But instead of reaching
for a cup, the woman stood up abruptly and headed for the door.
For a brief moment, our eyes met. She was not young. In fact,
she appeared quite mature, maybe even married. I heard the gate
open. My husband was still rooted to the spot. "Why don't you
see your visitor off?" I prodded gently. He didn't move. I
sighed and started talking about the African Cup of Nations
Championship and how sad it was that Kenya had lost to Burkina
Faso . When he Did not respond, I yawned loudly, said goodnight
and went to bed. Sleep evaded me like the mosquitoes that buzz
through out the night. My husband did not come to bed with me -
he opted for the couch. By the break of dawn I had painted my
mind red with all sorts of possible revenge, thinking of the
ultimate pain to inflict on him for the anguish he has caused
me. But my heart grew haggard on the prospect of a
physical confrontation. I was going to fight this war my own
way and at my own pace. Last night marked the beginning of a cold
war, not confrontation. I have heard of, and even seen, women go
after "the other woman" with a panga. But my reasoning was,
this woman was not the only player here. My husband probably
seduced her. Other women go so far as to attack their husbands,
but then again, I thought: If a man is fed up with me, he will
let me know. If he wants to have an affair, that is his
business. Strange, I know, but silence was my weapon - and a very
vicious weapon it was.
As far as I was concerned, that was the end of it. I went about
my business as usual and did not say or do anything that would
suggest it had actually happened. Two weeks later, I was waking
up and was surprised to find my husband sitting at the foot of
the bed, sobbing deeply. "I am sorry... so sorry. Please
forgive me, please, just say something, don't shut me out, just
say something..." I looked at him calmly, my heart frozen. My
face showed feigned surprise and innocence. "What are you
talking about? Sorry for what?" He sobbed even louder, sinking
to his knees, his head buried in His hands. "Say something...
shout, scream, anything, but please don't be silent. It's
killing me, please, I'll tell you everything..." I smiled.
It was the smile of a woman who has just tricked the devil into
getting down on his knees and praying. It was the smile of a
woman who had won.

[wordsworth7]

Ah but did she want her prize

[lady_dragon81]

Yes she did WW. But hey i cant judge since i have never been in those shoes, i might have fought with my hubby once in a while about flirting with girls but i still dont know how i will handle it if am to catch my hubby......

[lady_dragon81]

Originally Posted by wordsworth7

Ah but did she want her prize

Yes she did WW. But hey i cant judge since i have never been in those shoes, i might have fought with my hubby once in a while about flirting with girls but i still dont know how i will handle it if am to catch my hubby....

[wordsworth7]

Originally Posted by lady_dragon81

Yes she did WW. But hey i cant judge since i have never been in those shoes, i might have fought with my hubby once in a while about flirting with girls but i still dont know how i will handle it if am to catch my hubby....

Hey LD what an amazing woman though and thanks for posting it an excellent read and so well written Not sure how I would deal with an unfaithful husband although I have had an unfaithful partner once but I dealt with that with humour as I did not love him and love makes all the difference

[lady_dragon81]

Originally Posted by wordsworth7

Hey LD what an amazing woman though and thanks for posting it an excellent read and so well written Not sure how I would deal with an unfaithful husband although I have had an unfaithful partner once but I dealt with that with humour as I did not love him and love makes all the difference

I guess it is easier to deal with someone whom u r not inlove with but if u do love someone and they hurt u; maybe, just maybe u might forgive them but u may never forget

[wordsworth7]

Originally Posted by lady_dragon81

I guess it is easier to deal with someone whom u r not inlove with but if u do love someone and they hurt u; maybe, just maybe u might forgive them but u may never forget

You know LD I don't know how I would deal with it
Such a hard thing I can only imagine forgetting things that hurt us well I cetainly have never found a method that totally works
I guess you just learn to live with somethings and when you have good times they feel twice as good because you know what it is to feel pain

[girdhar]

Hi,
this is one of the best way to fight with injustice.
Indeed of you were little bit tough then it could have started the quarrel and would have ruined your life.