“Sometimes I wish I had waited few more years before getting married. You see I got married at a very young and tender age, I was 20years old and Dave my husband was then older with a difference of 12years.
I paid dearly to be where I am in marriage. I at times feel that I was robbed of my youthful stage.
It all started when I became pregnant with my first child. I was happy of course when Dave agreed that we immediately go for a civil wedding which we did. Little did I know that I wasn’t the only young girl Dave was interested in. He had an unusual liking for young girls especially those in high school. He was always defensive and abusive every time I confronted him about this behavior. Mind you all the while I never mentioning my marital issues to any of our family members because from the beginning our families from both sides never approved of our relationship leave alone the marriage.
So eight months into my pregnancy period I felt enough was enough and decided that I was moving out.
Unfortunately Dave knew about my plan and he pleaded with me to stay and promised to change. I forgave him.
Our marriage was back on the road and I became pregnant with my second child two years later and History started to repeat itself. Again I noticed his infidelity a bit late and made same plan of moving out. Again unfortunately he found out, apologised and I forgave him. Little did I know that my marriage needed more attention than I was giving it. So when I became pregnant with my third child, I decided to be cautious. Of course, Dave was smart and he always covered his tracks, but I read somewhere that women are smart too.
I had my sources and when it was confirmed, I decided I’m done with the marriage. It was on a Sunday afternoon and I waited until we had both had our meals then I made my decided known to Dave. I wasn’t ready to forgive this time and he knew I was serious. That night, I slept alone in the bedroom, he slept in the living room which was our norm whenever we had an argument.

My radio was on all night like always playing Christian songs and there was this particular song that woke me up at around 2am . I got up feeling restless like there was something I had not done. Then suddenly the message of the song hit my head. I needed to pray for my marriage.

we had completely locked our families out of our marriage and in the process we had also shun the LOVE of God from our marriage.

That song kept urging me to talk to Jesus Christ about my problems! I remember dragging myself from bed and kneeling down not knowing what to say. I was hurting emotionally, wounded, feeling betrayed, rejected, dirty, discouraged and of no importance. I felt like I was not good enough to be in God’s presence. I tried to mumble a few words to God amidst tears, but all I could manage to tell God was , ” Father please forgive me for rejecting you, I thank You Lord that You did not allow Dave to infect me with any STIs, thank You Lord for this marriage but I can’t take it anymore Daddy, I am leaving tomorrow. Please help me, in Jesus name amen”

To this day I still don’t understand how He did it, but this year Dave and I are celebrating 17years in marriage. Dave is currently an evangelist , ten years and he’s so passionate about his calling. It was not about Dave, but this was all about Jesus Christ.