My name is Sarah, and I come from Kazo in Western Uganda. For many years, I believed my marriage was strong and blessed.
My husband and I had built a life together, shared dreams, and raised our children with love. I trusted him completely. But slowly, everything began changing in ways I could not understand.
My husband started coming home late, locking his phone, refusing to eat at home, and giving excuses that never made sense.
My husband started coming home late, locking his phone, refusing to eat at home, and giving excuses that never made sense.
At first, I tried to convince myself that it was stress from work, but my heart knew something was wrong. A woman can always feel when her home is shaking.
As months passed, he became rude, defensive, and easily irritated. He stopped spending time with the family and even avoided simple conversations. Then, painful rumors reached me — people had been seeing him with a certain church girl in our area. That rumor cut deep, but I needed proof. I did not want to act on gossip. I wanted the truth.
One afternoon at the market, a woman noticed how stressed I looked and decided to speak to me. I opened up to her.TO READ MORE, TAP HERE.
As months passed, he became rude, defensive, and easily irritated. He stopped spending time with the family and even avoided simple conversations. Then, painful rumors reached me — people had been seeing him with a certain church girl in our area. That rumor cut deep, but I needed proof. I did not want to act on gossip. I wanted the truth.
One afternoon at the market, a woman noticed how stressed I looked and decided to speak to me. I opened up to her.TO READ MORE, TAP HERE.