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I had fifteen missed calls from my mother.
One thing my mom was good at doing was calling a number on speed dial and redialing like a bill collector. She worried when she could not reach me immediately on the phone. She came up with the worst case scenarios in her head when she could not reach me on the phone, the scenarios went from being kidnapped at the gas station, getting involved a car accident, having drink poisoned while out with friends. There was no end to what she could come up with and it was pretty lethargic in my own opinion.
I knew the marriage was over, there was no way to salvage it. I spent days in the house crying and going through old messages and looking through the albums at our once happy faces in our happy marriage. All this had gone down the drain.
Another woman was reaping my fruits, she was giving him a child.
The thing with lust is that you don’t realize that it is destroying you until it is too late. It’s like a slow and silent poison, the type that takes over your senses, clouds your judgment and forget what matters.
I thought back to when I met Osas again after a long time. You would think the wound would have been completely healed and since I was married the temptation was less likely. The temptation of Osas was on my mind like a tenant who didn’t…
