Darlene Stories

28/04/2026

A father's struggle. Father's Love is real. Part 2. sorry for late posting

23/04/2026

A father's struggle. Father's Love is real

22/04/2026

Arranged marriage. She pretended to be a bád girl inorder to chase her suitor away

19/04/2026

16/04/2026

A mother inlaw's Warning s

15/04/2026

A mother inlaw's Warning

13/04/2026

Who should stand up for Papa?

11/04/2026

I can't stop laughing at what I heard today.

So there is a man in my neighbourhood. His wife travelled to visit her sick mom with their two years old son.

She was going to stay for three weeks as they had agreed.

This man thought he would finally have peace and stay alone for the moment.

He didn’t bother cooking. He could, but since he got married, his wife has been the one handling cooking the meals. Infact he hated cooking.

By the end of week one he had spent more on ordering food that would have sustained his family for a month and that was when his eyes cleared.

He decided to start cooking. The kitchen was too arrange for him to find what he wanted to use in preparing food.

There is a difference between a woman's kitchen and a man’s kitchen. Just ask women.

He called his wife to ask where the pepper was. He called for little things and the woman patiently directed him. Teasing him on their phone calls.

He started complaining that it was the duty of a woman to always stay beside her husband and was hurrying her to come back home.

But the woman held him by his word since he was the one who suggested she should stay that long.

He was defeated. The next week he started complaining and her mother told her to go back even before her three weeks ended.

He managed on his own until the woman came back. At the door when she entered with her bags. He was happy and started explaining how he has missed her and her cooking.

No one told the woman that the husband has really suffered in preparing his own meal.

She entered the kitchen and tasted the meal he cooked. She almost busted into laughter but held it because he was standing at the door.

He noticed it and encouraged her to laugh. The woman busted into laughter and he joined her.

“Shebi, you said we are disturbing you and you don’t have time for yourself because of us. You would have allowed us stay small na.”

“So I’ll die of hunger before that day would come. Come and teach me how to cook first.”

And that was how this man started pounding crayfish oh.

At the end I concluded I love teachable men. Marriage is sweet oh if the couples can play and sort out their difference. It takes two to make marriage work.

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11/04/2026

I was never supposed to fall in love with him. That was not the plan. He was just someone I met at a work conference, and love happened.

He never mentioned a wife in those first weeks. By the time I found out, I was already in too deep to think clearly.

I told myself the usual lies. That they were unhappy. That he was staying only for the children. That what we had was different and real. He was convincing, and I was willing to be convinced.

For two years, I waited, even when I read the signs. I rearranged my entire life around the gaps he left for me. I turned down a promotion that required relocation because he asked me to stay.

Then one evening he called and mentioned his wife name. He said she had surprised him with tickets to a concert he had told me was his dream to attend. A concert he had described to me once over dinner as something he wished he could share with someone he truly loved.

He had shared that dream with her, too.

I sat with that thought for a long time after he hung up.

The version of myself I had suspended for two years slowly came back into focus. The promotion was still available, I quickily realised my mistake and I called Monday morning. I began therapy the following week, not because I was broken but because I had been sleeping and needed to wake up.

I never confronted him dramatically. I became unavailable. He sent messages ranging from confused to desperate to unkind. I read them all and replied to none.

The promotion took me to another city. A better one.

Two years later, I met someone at a small bookshop one afternoon, who called when he said he would, who introduced me to his friends without hesitation.

I think about those wasted years occasionally. There are some memories you can't escape especially when it has to deal with f00lish decisions.

I was never the other woman. I was just a woman who temporarily forgot her own worth.