When my husband’s family found out my kidney and his were a match, they begged me to donate for him. My husband and I had been married for eight years. And it is so so sad to see him always in pains. So I agreed to do it for him and our two kids. They were two young and needed their dad with them.
So upon all the persuasion from my own family to not do it and allow my husband’s family to find a doner, I didn’t listen. My husband’s family were rich and with their influence it wouldn’t have been hard for them to get a donor, but I wanted my husband to get better soon.
I went through the surgery and the transplant was successful. My husband was all grateful to me and promised to stand by me all the days of his life and more of other promises I can’t remember. So both of us recuperated well and we were fine in a few months. The following six months was the happiest of my life. My husband will buy me gifts whenever he was coming back from work. He will take my kids and I on vacations. In fact he was spending on us. And at the time, I was happy that I donated my kidney for him. It was not until I fall sick myself.
My husband was at work when I fainted. My younger sister happened to be in our house at the time so she was the one that took me to the hospital. She called my husband and he wasn’t picking. When he finally picked up and heard I was sick, he told my little sister that he was busy. And all of that day, my husband never visited me at the hospital. I wasn’t taking it serious until my younger sister passed the comment “you see how he is treating you after you donated your kidney “.
I shut her up but she continued
“you will shout at us when we tell you the truth”. Why don’t you pretend you are not well and see if he really loves you as you tell us.” This got me thinking. My sickness was as a result of stress and I was discharged the next day. My husband was actually in the house when I got home. This man was relaxing on the couch. When I questioned him about why he didn’t come to visit me in the hospital, he gave out useless excuses and later got angry and left the house.
This later got me thinking about what my little sister said and I decided to do it.
From that day, I acted weak. And my husband will leave the house and come late. Sometimes not returning at all. He started shouting at me at the smallest things. Fast forward to four months later, I was in the house one day when I saw my husband and his family with a lady I was not familiar with, I welcomed them with a smiling face. My father in-law was the first to talk. This man actually opened his mouth to tell me “Cynthia, you are very week these days and because of that, your husband has complained to us that you can’t perform your wifely duties at night. So we decided to ease your burden by finding you a co-wife.”
My mother in-law added “she can help you satisfy your husband’s needs at night and cook for him”. These people made it sound like they were doing me a favour. I was very hurt but I stood up calmly and walked to the bedroom. I was thinking about everything when my so called co wife entered the bedroom with my mother in-law. She told her that that will be where she will be staying with her husband.
Then she turned to me and said “Cee you can move to the guest house”.
To cut the long story short, I have started adding h*rmful drugs that will cause another kidney failure to his food and drinks. Yes I gave him life and I want to take it back. His new wife can give hers to him. As for me, I’m taking mine back and after that, I will divorce him and take half of his asset.
Not to forget. I will make sure he can’t use his manhood ever again.
Courtesy: Sire Elliot
