22/09/2025
please keep me anonymous…
My husband built a house for his side chick while we are suffering at home. He is even taking care of her kids while our own children go hungry. We live in a big house, but inside these walls there is nothing. Hunger is slowly killing us. People look at us and think we are okay because they see the house, but they don’t know the truth. My children sometimes go to school with empty stomachs, and sometimes they sleep without food. When they cry for things I cannot provide, my heart breaks into pieces, because their father is busy spoiling another woman and her children.
What hurts the most is that I was there for him when he had nothing. I stood by him, supported him, and believed in him when the world looked down on him. I sacrificed my happiness, my youth, and even dreams I had for myself, just to build a life for us. But now that he has money, he treats me like I don’t exist. He doesn’t care about our needs anymore.
What breaks me even more is that none of his family members are saying anything. They all look away like nothing is happening, as if my pain and the suffering of my children don’t matter. Maybe it’s because he is a well-respected school principal in the community. But I know the truth, and the truth is ugly. Respect may follow him outside, but inside our home I have lost all respect for him. To me, he is no longer the man I once loved, the man I once stood beside. He is just a stranger I now share a roof with.
There are days when I wake up and look at my children, and I feel so much anger and pain at the same time. They are innocent, yet they are the ones paying the price of their father’s betrayal. Sometimes I wonder if I should leave, but then I think of my children, where will we go, how will I raise them alone? It feels like I am trapped in a cage, watching my children suffer while their father gives the life they deserve to another family.
It’s painful, Very painful. To love someone so much, to sacrifice for them, only for them to turn around and choose another woman over you and your children. I don’t know if I will ever heal from this wound.