Even pretty can be seen by the blind. The way you loved him, you were so kind. Even after the crash and he lost his legs, there were days he'd yell at you, frustrated that he couldn't walk. You persevered, you understood. You had your moments.

Then he started to try to walk again, each step made you run to the rest room teary eyed. You never thought you'd see him walk again, inspite of how he cursed at you and his brash countenance towards you, you loved him no less.

"You're free to go. Take it one day at a time. I never thought I'd say this but I'm glad you can walk again" Said your doctor to your husband.

He promised to make it all up to you. All the days you sat and washed him in the bath tub and he'd frown, curse at you, embarrassed that he was been so dependent. He promised to make it all up to you.

Going by looks, this period helped him rest. He looked younger, skin smoother, it had been a while since his skin touched the sun. You, you looked pale, worn out but still in love with this same man. You did it all for him. Doubled your hours at work for a better pay. You'd buy groceries and cooked fresh vegetables all the time. The doctor prescribed it back then. The centre of your head grew white hairs.

Those three years were tough but you became strong for you both. He tried to measure up to all you did for him. Two months after he said goodbye to the hospital, he gave it his all. Asked you to quit your job, he really did appreciate you, all of you. He wanted to treat you right.

Then he came home late one night, looked you in the eye and called you Honey. He never called you Honey, he called you "my angel, my queen". He was tired. He left his phone on your side of the bed and slept on your side of the bed.

His phone rang on silent, it flashed HONEY as the number. Then this Honey sent a text asking if he got home safe. You went down on your knees, you weren't mad, you just felt misused, unappreciated.

One day, he left for work, you went out and bought a mannequin, dressed it in your pajamas and hung it with a rope to the fan. You left him a note:

"Would you prefer that I died? I understand I've lost a bit of my youth but I'm still your wife and I love you so much. Please honor my memory". You left the note under the door mat, a bit of the letter protruded.

When he got back, he was still excited, Honey had given him the best sex ever. Then he searched underneath the door mat for a key, saw the letter, screamed and ran in, in tears, he feared you were gone. He saw the mannequin hung on the fan and thought it was you, he pulled its legs up and untied it. He cried bitterly seeing it wasn't you, even though it had your clothes on.

You walked from behind the guest room. He ran to your feet, laid flat on the ground and cried "I'm sorry" so many times, "I don't know what I was thinking, her name is Debby and I'd never see her again, I promise" he squealed at the top of his base voice.

He stood up, you both hugged and never did he see her again. He learned to honor you, even in your passing.

Written by,
Michael Ogah.

There are ways in which you get your man/wife back when go astray, try to resolve where you can get happiness forever than live forever in regret .

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Very touching,,,,,,,
But why does the woman have to play the hero....
Did you ask why the man lost the use of his leg in the first place? He was probably husling so the woman would be comfortable. Who provided the shelter? The man. Who learnt to walk again against all odds? The man. Who didn't get to be recognised as the true hero? The man.


Nice write up. Tho

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So touching.

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Na everybody u dey tell u got mail?

It touched my heart

You and this ankara boi

Olugbenger:


Na everybody u dey tell u got mail?

Yes oo! I wan mail the whole more than 1million members on this forum!


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Mixed feelings about this write-up....very mixed feelings

Nice Write-Up dude. . . . . . Wud always Respect and Love Her. . . .

Very nice but it's quite painful after going through such you don't get any good favour in return.