My husband Jared was and is still a humble man, he was never violent, he never beat me up in front of our children.
We hardly argued and lived in harmony. The community admired our family life. We were not rich but we managed. Jared earned Kshs 15,000 as an accountant. With that amount, we could feed our 3 daughters and life moved on.
We admired people with cars and wished one day we could own one. On Sundays, my husband Jared would borrow his friend’s cars to take us to church. I loved him for that and prayed to God to bless us with one. Our church had many prominent people. I envied them; they bought their children’s clothes from supermarkets. For our kid’s shopping, Jared and I would wake up at 5.00 am and head to Gikomba at 5.00 am for clothing and food that would last a month.
Since Jared’s salary was meager, I was a full-time house girl as we could not afford one. I was very organized and would fill my fridge with food enough to last to the next paycheck.
Jared brought food every time he came from a trip. I was and still am a very good cook. He never ate at the neighbors, and always rushed home for lunch. I warmed his bathing water, ironed his clothes, brushed shoes, and did all I could to be a dutiful wife.
He always found his breakfast ready at the table. I am nostalgic that our love ended abruptly. Jared was only violent towards me once. I felt lonely as his attention seemed to be elsewhere and my friend consoled me by giving me alcohol. I came home drunk, that’s when an SDA beat the hell out of me.
Being a nyarkadera & influence of alcohol, I broke all the windows with my hands. I was ready to die, since I loved Jared so much and I did not want to let go. The fake friends made my break up worse.
Jared was not a violent man, his violence was triggered by my desperation and confusion. , I have never told my children about this. I was waiting for the right time to tell them why their father became violent after living peacefully for 10 solid years.
Some of my friends cheated and mislead me. One of them who used to cheat on her husband, told me to save her number as my boyfriend to make Jared jealous. She also went to tell Jared that I had a boyfriend.
I regret that I did not just pack and leave instead of putting my kids through this mess. I believed marriage must work. I feared the unknown and was broke and broken.
I had nothing other than my form Four certificates. Jared had taken me back to school and made sure I cleared my form Four. He is the one who made me drop out of school. I was pregnant with our first baby, Vesha Awour Okello.
Jared was a husband and a half that every woman would love to have. I give credit where it is due. It was not meant to be and we were still young. We still have time to find our true love. Never judge a book by its cover.
I wish my all family including Jared all the best. Jared, you broke my virginity and I still love you.