divorced
Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
Every Last Secret
Chackout Buy Cat Winthorpe appears to have it all—a beautiful home, social standing, and a successful, handsome husband named William. When a friendly new couple moves into the estate nxt door, Cat embraces them with open arms, unaware of the dark secrets lurking beneath the surface. Neena Ryder, a life coach with personal issues and a longing for a better life, becomes obsessed with Cat's husband, sparking a chain of events that will test the limits of friendship and reveal the dangers of unchecked desires. As the two women's lives intertwine, a web of temptation, secrets, and toxic jealousy threatens to shatter their seemingly perfect worlds.
By Amazone Review3 years ago in Families
Marriage on fire
📝: MARRIAGE ON FIRE . . . CHAPTER ONE . . . "Baby, please I'm sorry." I pleaded as the skin belt touched my skin. "You must learn by force, since you want it the hard way that you shall get." He warned as he raised the belt he twisted on his hand. "I'm sorry, I won't repeat it again." I intensified my pleas but no, it wasn't working. From every indication this man had made up his mind to béat me to his satisfaction and unless he gets what he had planned done he wouldn't stop at all. All my tears and pleads fell on deaf ears, this man was heartless and continued b3ating like his life depended on it. Obinna– was his name, my husband wasn't a b3ast and monster like he was now. Obinna and I went out for dinner and then I bumped into one of my old time mates, Tochukwu. He was my bestie when we were still in secondary school and we lost contact after we graduated from high school. "Gee, how far na?" I greeted, hugged him and then did our secret handshake with him. "Omo! Girl, I thought you had gone missing too!" Tochukwu said jokely. "U no well, anyways meet my husband, Obinna. Tochukwu, my classmate." I introduced them both to each other. "Nice meeting you." Tochukwu said extending a hand to him and instead of responding back, Obinna hissed and went inside. I was amused by his sudden change of behavior, my husband from merely looking at him wasn't pleased with me and tochukwu. So I hastily ended the greetings with him and went inside to meet my husband. That entire dinner was sour and silent. We ate quietly and even when crunching our meat, the bones didn't even make a sound. I knew my husband was angry at that moment and talking to him wasn't the best option at that time. So I resolved to talk to him when we were heading home, but that didn't work out because he shut me up without even allowing me to talk. "So you now cheat on me openly?" He asked, taking me unaware as I was removing my earrings and cleaning my makeup. "Honey, how can you say that kind of a thing? You know I would never cheat on you naaa!!" I answered him gently while facing the mirror. Before I could say a word further, my husband gave me a lash on my back. I jerked up in pain and leaped up from the stool I sat on. He began wiping me continuously, I begged and begged but it wasn't working at all. Concerned neighbors came to our aid but they couldn't get inside because he had doors closed. I kept trying to run away from him but he still kept chasing me like someone a bet had been placed on. I allowed him to finish venting out his anger, and then I went to the kitchen to massage my injured body. Making a phone was impossible because my husband had my phone broken and my sms card burnt. I pretended as if nothing had happened and still went inside, he demanded for s3x that same night after he had finished dealing with me. I tried explaining to him how weak and tired I was at that time but he wouldn't buy it. Against my own wish, Obinna dragged me and ripped off my clothes. I tried protesting but his strength was no way compared to mine, since I couldn't fight, I allowed him to have his way without even feeling any form of pleasure, it was dry and disgusting to me. Obinna and his friends were going to watch a football match today at our house. I was happy that I would have some minutes or probably an hour or so to rest from Obinna. They came over and the match started, since I wasn't a fan of football I just laid on the sofa with one of his friend's phone, Linglestown to be precise. I was watching comedy skits on the phone and wasn't paying attention to what they were watching at all, and then the second one called me and I went, on reaching there I had to remove the earphones I wore and hear him out. "Kasachi, who do you support? Arsenal or Chelsea?" He asked my opinion and I wasn't sure of the club my husband was into so I had to do a wild guess at that time. I picked Arsenal over Chelsea and then Surprisingly Linglestown and Chidi outburst in joy and began throwing taunts at my husband. Instead of getting angry, my husband grinned and told them to focus on the game they came to watch. I was less concerned about what they were doing and since I wasn't into football I refused airing a word inside beside the main reason why I chose Arsenal over Chelsea was because at that time they were already winning the match. I couldn't guess which my husband was because we barely talked after he lost his multi million naira paying job and own work as an assistant media team head to a small company that wasn't paying him that well. Then after the match had finished, they all came to the dining table to eat the meal I had prepared and had set the table waiting for them. I dished the food for everybody and then went to sit beside my husband as he had earlier instructed. He had warned me a day before they came to make sure I used makeup in covering all my wounds and also try to act as if he was the best husband ever. I adhered to his instructions and acted as he wished, in front of everyone there we seemed to be one happy couple. He fed me and I gently, he also smooched my cheeks and with the way he was behaving his two friends couldn't help but giggle amongst themselves. "Una won just use love oppress person, abeg make una take am easy before person go rush go marry!" Linglestown said jokily with his head bowed and still eating. I didn't find it funny but I had to laugh. "That's how it is bro, you see my wife here, she's the best one can ever wish for!" He praised me in front of everyone and I chulked. This man thinks he is wise, he was trying to convince his friends into believing we were actually happy in our home but the truth was far from what they saw there. They finished and decided to have their men's talk and then I retired into the room. Unknowingly, to Linglestown and his friend, my husband, I had a Facebook account on his phone. I downloaded the opera mini app and hid it somewhere he wouldn't be able to open. For those of you who have android devices, if you're using Xos launcher, there's something like a hide app that appears once you use your two fingers to swipe up. I chatted with that opera Facebook, on my ghost account as of then, I used a fake name and details. Everything about me there was fake and nothing there was real, not even my date of birth. On this particular account, I was known for writing short motivations and had a certain amount of followers but among all of my 18k followers, there was this particular one that always bugged me. His messages could complete an entire word count for a novel, he was persistent and after some time, I finally accepted his message requests and we began having some conversations. I found his messages funny and enticing, especially the one he sent when I told him I was married. He sent me a crying emoji, and also a sticker of himself in tears. And most times when I posted something very deep and sounded very amusing and pleasing. I chatted with him and got engrossed by the chat until I heard my name being summoned by the owner of the phone from the parlor and then I quickly rushed to give him his phone before my husband would get suspicious and begin to suspect something odd. They greeted us good bye and zoomed off to their various destinations, I was downcast and my countenance began sour as I knew that I was returning back to that dark and gloomy atmosphere once more. My husband had entered before me and I was still outside, I forgot he had given me an instruction not to stand for long outside. According to him, I had only 5 minutes to spend outside. And because of how little the time frame was I could barely move out of the house to anywhere besides I had no friends in that city. Obinna was already inside waiting for me, immediately I opened the door. He asked me to kneel down and walk on my knees until I reached where he stood and I obeyed humbly without even knowing my offense. I walked to where he was on my knees and then he asked me to choose between the watercane or the belt on the table. I tried asking what I did this time around but I guessed I asked wrong because the answer I got wasn't pleasant at all, he gave me a resounding and mind setting slà p that left his five fingers showing visibly on my face. I ended up picking the cà ne, when he was flogging me he told me the reason of me being caned and it was because of me not supporting his club and went ahead to support that of his friends because of that he was going to punish me and then he said my second offense was for using a phone in his house without his permission and then lastly because I refused saying when we were on the dining table. He continued the humiliation until suddenly we heard a knock on the door and then he stopped and quickly went to get the door while I was still on my knees in the morning silently. I tried very hard to compress my pains but coming back this time around was very hurtful. The person that came…..
By Mike Anderson3 years ago in Families
The Ultimate Guide to Finding the Perfect Prom Dress. Content Warning.
Prom night is an exciting and memorable event in the lives of many high school students. Among the myriad of decisions to make, one of the most important is choosing the perfect prom dress. It's a chance to showcase your unique style, express your personality, and create lasting memories. In this article, we will provide you with a comprehensive guide to finding the perfect prom dress that will make you feel confident, beautiful, and ready to shine on the dance floor.
By jean russu3 years ago in Families
Navigating the Effects of Divided Homes: Finding Balance and Self-Identity
Introduction: In today's blog, we delve into the compelling story of a boy who experienced the challenges of growing up in a divided household. When his parents separated, his life took a significant turn. His father moved away, leaving him in the care of his mother, who gradually became his main source of support. However, the shared custody arrangement and the starkly contrasting parenting styles of his father and mother began to shape his psyche and influence his perception of the world.
By Filip KarmazĂn3 years ago in Families
Why Do Virginia Divorces Try To Be Uncontested?
If you need to dissolve your marriage, one of your best options in Virginia uncontested divorce. The quickest and least expensive way to settle your differences and dissolve your marriage is typically an uncontested divorce. An uncontested divorce can be finalized in a matter of weeks or months with the aid of an experienced divorce lawyer, at which point you can begin the process of moving on with your life.
By pradeepnav3 years ago in Families
The Extraordinary Force of Taking care of oneself and Care
In our high speed and requesting world, focusing on taking care of oneself and care has become progressively significant for keeping up with mental, profound, and actual prosperity. Taking care of oneself alludes to purposeful moves made to upgrade our general wellbeing and prosperity, while care includes being completely present right now. This article investigates the significant advantages of taking care of oneself and care and gives pragmatic methodologies to integrating these practices into our day to day routines.
By Unathi Matshanda3 years ago in Families
Fading Footsteps. Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a small, quaint village nestled among rolling hills, lived an old man named Samuel. He was a man of gentle demeanor, his face etched with lines that told stories of a lifetime filled with joys, sorrows, and countless experiences. Samuel had spent his entire life in the village, witnessing the ebb and flow of time, and becoming an integral part of the community. Samuel's days were now spent in solitude, as the passage of time had taken away his dear wife, Emily, and most of his friends. The house they had built together stood as a silent witness to their love, filled with memories that echoed in every corner. Samuel found solace in tending to the garden that he and Emily had nurtured for decades. The vibrant blooms and the fragrance that filled the air became his constant companions, offering respite from the loneliness that enveloped him. One autumn day, as the leaves painted the village in hues of gold and red, a young girl named Lily moved into the house next door. With her sparkling eyes and a radiant smile, Lily was a ray of sunshine that brightened Samuel's world. She would often visit him, bringing him freshly baked cookies and sharing stories from her school. As their friendship grew, Samuel found himself opening up to Lily, recounting tales of his youth and the many adventures he had embarked upon. He spoke of his travels to distant lands, the dreams he had chased, and the lessons he had learned along the way. Lily, in turn, filled Samuel's life with laughter, curiosity, and the warmth of youthful innocence. One cold winter's night, the village was enveloped in a thick blanket of snow. The winds howled outside, and the world seemed to be frozen in time. Samuel, unable to bear the thought of Lily being alone in her house, mustered all his strength and courageously ventured out into the storm. He knocked on Lily's door, his heart pounding with worry. Lily opened the door, her eyes wide with surprise and concern. Samuel smiled warmly and said, "My dear Lily, I couldn't bear the thought of you being alone in this storm. Would you like to come over to my house and keep an old man company?" Lily's face lit up with joy, and she agreed without hesitation. Together, they sat by the crackling fireplace, sipping hot cocoa and sharing stories. Samuel's old eyes glistened with tears of happiness as he felt a renewed sense of purpose and belonging in the presence of this young soul. As the years passed, Samuel and Lily formed an unbreakable bond. Lily became like a granddaughter to Samuel, and he cherished every moment they spent together. They laughed, they cried, and they learned from each other. Samuel's house became filled with the sounds of joy and love, erasing the loneliness that had plagued his heart for so long. One bright spring morning, as Samuel sat in his garden with Lily by his side, he felt a deep contentment wash over him. He knew that his time on this earth was drawing to a close, but he also knew that he had been given a precious gift—a second chance at finding happiness and love. As Samuel closed his eyes for the last time, surrounded by the blossoms he had nurtured and the love that had bloomed in his heart, he knew that his story would live on. The village would forever remember the old man whose resilience and capacity for love had touched the lives of many, and whose spirit would continue to inspire generations to come. And in the hearts of those who knew him best, Samuel would forever remain a beacon of hope—a reminder that no matter how old we grow, there is always room for love, companionship, and the joy of shared moments thatIn the days that followed Samuel's passing, the village mourned the loss of their beloved old man. Lily, now a young woman, took it upon herself to honor Samuel's memory and the profound impact he had on her life. She organized a memorial gathering in the village square, where friends and neighbors gathered to share their cherished memories of Samuel. The air was filled with a bittersweet mix of laughter and tears as stories of his kindness, wisdom, and unwavering spirit were shared. Lily stepped forward, her voice quivering with emotion, and began to speak. She painted a vivid picture of the old man who had touched her life so deeply, recounting their shared adventures, heartfelt conversations, and the love that had grown between them. She spoke of Samuel's resilience, his ability to find light in the darkest of moments, and his unwavering belief in the power of human connection. As Lily spoke, the crowd listened intently, hanging onto her every word. She reminded them that Samuel's legacy was not simply a tale of an old man's journey but a testament to the enduring strength of the human spirit. Inspired by Samuel's example, the villagers came together to establish the Samuel Foundation—a nonprofit organization dedicated to enriching the lives of elderly individuals who faced loneliness and isolation. They organized regular social events, community gatherings, and initiatives to connect generations, ensuring that no one in their village would ever feel forgotten or alone. Samuel's house, once a symbol of memories and solitude, transformed into a community center—a place where laughter echoed through the hallways, where friendships blossomed, and where generations mingled and learned from one another. It became a living monument to the old man who had taught them the true meaning of compassion and the importance of fostering connections that transcended age. Years passed, and the Samuel Foundation's reach extended far beyond the borders of the village. Its programs and initiatives inspired other communities to prioritize the well-being of their elderly members, igniting a global movement that aimed to bridge the gap between generations. As time marched on, Lily grew older herself. Her hair turned silver, and her eyes held a depth of wisdom acquired through a life well-lived. But she continued to carry Samuel's spirit within her, passing on his legacy to future generations. On the day of her own passing, Lily closed her eyes, surrounded by loved ones who had become family through the bonds they had formed. At that moment, she felt the presence of Samuel, his gentle spirit embracing her as she embarked on her own journey beyond. And so, the emotional story of the old man, Samuel, and the young girl, Lily, became a timeless tale—a testament to the profound impact that one person can have on another, and a reminder that love, friendship, and human connection are ageless treasures that can illuminate even the darkest of days.
By Atikul Hoque Jahan3 years ago in Families
18 Best Books For Parenting Teens: We're making it harder than it needs to be
Parenting teenagers can be a challenging journey filled with uncertainty and moments of confusion. As parents, we often find ourselves searching for guidance and support to navigate the complexities of raising adolescents. Fortunately, there is a wealth of knowledge available in the form of books written by experts in the field. In this blog post, we will explore the 18 best books for parenting teens that offer valuable insights, practical advice, and effective strategies to help you foster a healthy and successful relationship with your teenager.
By NovelNest Books3 years ago in Families
