Amicable24:

Oh yeaaaaaaaah What you waiting for, send your stories in asap

Aye Aye Captain

CwazyBlaqGal:
@SheWrites you can write abegg Your sense of narrative is out of this world

Thankssssss. Na God ooooo *hugs&kisses*

SexySapphire:
I'm glad Ego chose to adhere to her mum's advice by going back to her home. She and her husband can work more on forgiving each other deep from within (because I still sense sort of a residual of anger in Praise), conquer Diana the temptress and move on.

Thanks @SheWrites

*hugs*

Samantha2020:
Tnks 4 d update ma.@shewrites.....

*hugs*

aprilwise:
Forgiveness is a key to personal peace.

True

divinelypruned:
A lot of lessons to learn. Thanks for the update

*hugs*

eyezik3:


Seriously life sometimes can be very funny, what we expect or plan might not be what we see.
Que sera sera - what will be will surely be. Ego should forgive her husband, the body is so difficult to control when given the opportunity.

No wonder the Bible says that we should flee from temptation, not try to control it.

Shewrites we are really enjoying you ma'am, more grease to your elbow. More data to your phone.

Hmmmm... that's why our personal and intimate relationship with God is necessary and important.

*winks*

Ann2012:
Ego's mum has said it all, she should go back to her matrimonial home b4 the white witch takes over completely.

Thanks for the update ma'am

*hugs*

MhiztaRange:
This one got me. It had me reflecting somethings. Thanks for the update

Keep the reflection cap on *winks*

Adeola25:
God bless Ego's mum for the good advice, better for her to go back to her matrimonial home now before its too late. Koma lo gbe ounje ale e fun olongbo je. Thanks for the update ma'am.

*winks*

Stargurl20:
It's well.... Thanks for the update@shewrites

You're welcome

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

Episode 35

Dear Diary,

30th July, 2019.

Hmmmm... this last couple of days has been kind of traumatic for me. Most times, when I wake up in the morning, I don't feel like getting up. I prefer to lie in bed, hoping that every hour of that day will slip by in a flash. And even when I get hungry, I am not even encouraged to get up. More than once, my mum had to pull me out of bed and made sure I took my bath and get some food into my depressed body system. I think my taste buds has gone on riot too because, whenever I spoon food into my mouth, I have no irking whether it is sweet, bitter, sour, spicy, or simply tasteless.

I think I have turned into some kind of zombie. I walk around my mum's apartment, from the kitchen to the sitting room and back to the guest room without an idea of where I was or where I was going initially. I think my mum is worried. She always have a kind of scared look on her face whenever she comes to get me out of bed every morning.

I know, I know, I have lost some weight. My skin looks pale and even when I smile, my eyes depict a mournful look. Whenever I look in the mirror, I see the twin sister of a widow. I look like I have just lost my husband! But, he isn't dead. He is alive... but the feeling I get whenever I think about him, it will be an understatement if I say that I loathe him right now.

I hate my husband and I have every reason to. I think I regret marrying him. Maybe I wwould have been better off single and... and what? I don't know. But, everything else seem better than this pain, this heart wrenching feeling I get whenever Praise crosses my mind. It is so, so painful. And it makes me wish I was dead. This is just too much for me. I don't deserve this. Regardless of whatever I might have done in the past, I don't think I deserve what Praise did to me.

After all, I begged him. I asked him time and time again to cut off from his ex. But no, Mr. I-am-not-a-child decided to dine with the witch and she got her fangs deep inside him. I so, so hate that woman.

Ah! This life sha!

And to think of how many times I told Praise that his ex was bent on getting him back. He turned a deaf ear to my warnings and pleas. He thinks he is Superman or some kind of super human that can wade off enticement and seduction from a professional temptress. He should go and ask Samson. The guy couldn't resist Delilah! And she ruined him!

It's got nothing to do with might and strength or smartness. When it comes to someone that you've got a thing or two for, especially your ex, as a married person, you've got to cut all ties with this person and stay away. Period! It's suicidal telling yourself that you can handle it. Ask Joseph, he had to run away from his boss's wife. If not, he would have banged the life out of her. And definitely, it will continue. It doesn't stop!
You can't stop that kind of passionate sin once you start it. You will do it again and again and again, until you get drowned in it. Possibly, you might lose everything dear to you in the process.
Look at Praise and me now... what's going to happen to us?

Yesterday, he showed up at my mum's place with his parents, his sisters and their husbands. My mum and I were not expecting them. She called my siblings immediately and they came promptly with their spouses. It was a full house. Too full if you ask me.

I didn't want to see anybody, especially Praise, but my mum begged and begged, until I agreed to sit beside her. Praise's people apologized on his behalf. And they all pleaded that I should return to my matrimonial home.

Do they even understand the condition of my heart at the moment? I was in no shape to return to my husband's house. What if I wake up in the middle of the night and I become bitter enough to stab him in the heart? Is that not double trouble? Or triple gbege, Ehn?

Abeg, abeg, abeg. People should stop tempting the devil, biko.

Praise came to where I was seated and he went on his knees. At first, I was beyond irritation. If he dared touch me, I was more than ready to slap some sense into his thick skull. I didn't want him coming close to me at all.

Oh diary, all the pains and hurts I had been dealing with over the last couple of days came rushing at me like a flood. I was angry and pissed and I wanted to strangle my husband.

Praise apologized for cheating on me with his ex and he asked for my forgiveness. He told me that he never stopped loving me and he couldn't possibly live without me.

Bullshit! He should have thought of all that before he went banging his ex. Anu-ofia! Ewu! How am I supposed to forgive him? They don't sell forgiveness at the market, abeg.

I looked at my husband for the first time since he arrived and I was a little bit surprised. Praise had lost some weight! He had like a two day beard on his face, his eyes looked empty and pale, like he had not slept in days and I began to feel sorry for him. The pain in his eyes testified that he was also suffering, as a result of what he had done to me and to our marriage. I felt a tinge of happiness because I was enjoying his misery state.

But, I wanted more. I wanted him to feel everything I felt. I wanted the pain that had been ravaging my soul to consume him. I wanted... I wanted...

Praise started to cry and I became weak. When was the last time I saw him cry? Can't remember and I didn't want to care. He cried and cried and begged me to return home with him.

Unfortunately, his sad tears wasn't enough to melt the hatred in my heart. Yes, I could see that he was kind of remorseful, but, I was cheering on for vengeance. I wanted him to pay!

I told him that I needed time to sort my feelings and think about his request. He and his family weren't to happy about my response, but they all knew they had no other choice than to wait and hope for the best.

Honestly, I go kill somebody if I had followed Praise home yesterday.

When Praise and his people left, my siblings and their spouses advised me to take my time to weigh my options before taking a final decision. When they left, my mum pulled me aside. She said I needed to return to my husband's home in the next 24 hours.

As in, how now? Na by force? Abeg, mama should free me, biko.

My mum said if I don't return, I might as well have given the white witch the opportunity she needed to take over my matrimonial home.
Leave that thing! Dey no born dat yellow pawpaw well! Take over whose home? If I hear...

My mum said Praise was very vulnerable at the moment and if Diana lay her hands on him, he won't be able to resist her seduction and he would definitely fall into her trap again.

Mumsie said Praise needed me more than I can ever think of now. She said he needed me by his side to fight off the hold Diana has on him.

I became angry. I didn't know I married a spineless idiot. Abi, what's stopping him from saying no to his ex? Na so him body dey shake up and down?

But the more I thought about it, the more I saw sense in what my mum said. Even after I said 'no' to Kingsley, he kept coming back, hoping that I would change my mind miraculously. Diana is probably hoping that Praise will also become hers for keeps. God forbid!

Yes, I hate my husband right now, but, I still love him with every fibre of my being. I hate to admit this, but, it's true... I still love my husband and this is killing me. His actions has caused havoc within me. And I don't even know how we're ever going to get around this.

I am not even sure if things will ever go back to normal between us... we don't even have a 'normal' anymore. It's being chaos upon chaos these past few months.

No one told me that marriage was like this. No one told me you can love and hate someone at the same time. This is just so, so crazy.

This is definitely not how I planned things, but... I think I am going to listen to my mum.

Diary, I am moving back to my husband's home tonight... If I wait till tomorrow, I might change my mind. It is now or never, once I am done writing anyway.

I can't get the image I saw in my living room out of my head. Seeing Praise pounding into Diana has left a deep wound in my heart. I keep waking up to the sounds of their passionate screams. How am I going to survive this nightmare? I don't want to end up at Yaba left.

Was this how Praise felt when he saw Kingsley doing things to me? How long did it take before those excruciating images left his brain? Did it ever leave?

Oh God! I think I am in so much trouble right now. How am I ever going to get past this new craziness in my life?

God... Chi mo!

Good initiative...
Am a Christian Author too *hugs&kisses*

OPC90:

Please after blaming PRAISE please kindly drop an advice for EGO

*opens-32'

favch:
how I wish we can read praise Pov but it's Egos diary

Hmmmm... interesting tots...

cyndy1000:
Honestly I know this would happen. I just feel for her.

Hmmmm... me too

SexySapphire:
Praise's action is just plain wickedness and inexcusable. I always knew he was going to do something stupid after the rape saga. To think that Ego warned him when she wasn't aware that uncle had started hitting the cookie jar and he even picked up a fight with her over it is just so crazy. I hope he's happy and satisfied now.
Score board: Ego 1-1 Praise

Thanks @SheWrites, may your ink never run dry. Still you write, still I follow back to back

*hugs&kisses*

PrudySara:
In as much as I feel for Ego, she should know that this is karma. Has she forgotten she did the same thing while she was still single.

I'd also say Praise wanted it, he knows his ex's intention still he allowed her to always be in his company even when his wife warned him. All this apology na wash!

Thanks for the update SheWrites!

*hugs*

Ann2012:
Hmmmm Oga Praise, I hail thee!!! I feel for Ego sha
Thanks for the update ma'am

*winks*

divinelypruned:
Despite the fact that I don't like Ego, but I really feel for her, Praise betrayal was excess abeg, the painful part is that if you tell him to live together with Diana, they can't last for a month.

I have come to realise that men that always feel that they can handle things are too weak to be captures by ladies, to even imagine that when she was suspecting them,not knowing that her hubby has already cross the line.

I really feel for her, but there is a silver lining close by, it will end well, eve though the scare remain.

My shewrites you don do am again in a bigi way, shewrite don do am again in a bigi way� , hanks for the update jarre

*hugs&kisses*

Adeola25:
I am speechless.....I don't even know what to type Praise really breaks my heart. The number of times they had sex is just too much. I don't know why men can't control their third leg always falling in to temptation. Praise Bleep up big time. Thanks for the update ma'am

*winks*

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

EPISODE 34

Dear Diary,

15th July, 2019.

I feel like there is a hole in my heart. It’s like a big, very big dark hole that keeps getting bigger and bigger, wider and wider… totally consuming the very essence of my being. I feel like… like a drowning rat in a river. The feeling is so suffocating, choking the life out of me. I feel like… like I am in the middle of a cyclone. The raging monster wind keep swinging me round and round and round and… and I don’t know where it is taking me. I feel like… like everything I believed in has been shredded into tiny little bits, right before my very eyes.

Lying here, in bed, covered up with my duvet, I don’t want to get up, like ever. I just want to remain here and hope the world will fade away. What’s there to live for? What’s there to hope for when… when… when my whole world has crumbled right before me? Nothing, absolutely nothing can restore the damage that has been done.

I feel so, so, so hopeless right now. There is absolutely no fiber of strength in my bones. I feel like… like jelly. I feel… I feel like corn pap, not those thick ones, but those watery ones that you can drink like soup or tea.

Diary, my life dey draw like okra soup. Eh dey draw like chunky smelly mucus from my nose. I don cry-cry so tey, my eye don red like Don Simon grape wine. I don cry-cry so tey, my eye dey pepper me. Eh be like say a thousand needles dey chuku me for eye.

Oh diary… oh diary… oh diary… the last three days has been hell. My brain dey burst because of think-think. Eh be like say Under-taker, dat Wrestler for T.V, com my house. He kon yank my heart commot from my chest. I kon dey bleed, dey bleed, so tey…

Taking a deep breath right now.

Three days ago, I came home during the day. I needed to pick up something for a client. She was having a house party that weekend and I wanted everything to be perfect. I was surprised when I saw Praise’s car packed in the compound. He left home before I did that morning. While I wondered what he was doing back home, I noticed a strange car right beside his. I didn’t recognize the vehicle. So, I assumed that my husband came home with a client or a friend or I don’t know. I hoped that I wouldn’t need to entertain anybody.

I went in with the hope of dashing in and speeding out, but… oh Lord God almighty… I stepped into my sitting room and saw two naked bodies on the floor. At first, I assumed that my home had been invaded by strangers. When I took a good look at them, I recognized my husband…

Diary, my husband, my Prince Charming, the love of my life was on top of a woman and the ferocious way he was pounding into her made me to freeze. I stood there, looking at him, unable to move or say a word. I didn’t believe it. I didn’t believe what I was seeing.

But I am not blind. I have eyes and I can see. I wish I could erase what I had seen. That was my husband right there and he was banging another woman in my matrimonial home.

Diary, the woman, the strange woman, was no other than Diana, my husband’s ex, the White Witch. She lay there, crushed under my husband’s weight, legs apart, kicking into the thin air… her hands were on his bare back, her red nails dug into his spine and she seemed to be enjoying every moment of… of...

Diary, I wanted to die. I wanted to die. I wanted to die.

Then, they started to yell and scream in passionate pleasure as they both reached climax in unison. I don’t think I will be able to delete what I heard from my mind for decades to come.

Diary… Praise turned his head, opened his eyes and saw me. He jerked in shock and got up slowly. He looked like a child caught dipping his hand in the cookie jar. Diana saw me too. She jumped to her feet and started to pick her shoes, bag and the rest of her clothing.

“Ego…” Praise staggered towards me and went on his knees.

I regained my composure and took some steps backwards. I didn’t want him coming near me. My eyes darted towards Diana and I saw her trying to sneak out. Something went lose in my brain. I pulled off my shoes and hurled it at her. A shoe hit her on the forehead and the other went straight to her tummy. She yelled in pain, holding her head.

“Ego… Ego…” Praise crawled towards me.

“Don’t you dare!” I pointed a warning finger in his direction.

“Ego… Ego please, I… I can explain,” his eyes smarted with unshed tears.

I began to shake my head. There was no explanation in the whole wide world that can suffice for what Praise did. What excuse could he possibly have? Oh diary…

I looked around and realized that Diana had escaped. The witch! I saw her through the window, heading towards her vehicle. She had on a dress and one leg of shoe. The other pair was in her hand, along with her hand bag. I wanted to go after her. I wanted to teach her a lesson she would never forget for the next two, three centuries to come.

“Ego…” Praise’s voice distracted me.

I turned back to him, disappointment was written all over my hurting face. I felt betrayed. I felt… I was angry, hurt, and I wanted to kill somebody.

“Ego… Ego please, I can explain.”

I folded my arms across my chest and waited for his excuses. Praise told me how sorry he was. He said he didn’t plan to sleep with Diana, but, since the day he saw her at the airport, his dead, old feelings for her resurrected. Initially, he planned to avoid her, but, the first time she called him, asking him to show her around town, he just wanted to help her and that was all.

Praise said he wished he had turned her down that day. He wished he had told her that he was busy. He said after that day, it became difficult for him to stay away, no matter how hard he tried.

My husband said the day he showed Diana around town and drove her back home, she offered him a drink. He didn’t plan to stay too long, because it was already getting dark. Along the line, her daughter fell asleep on his laps while he read her a story. When he was ready to head home, Diana hugged him and things went crazy from that point onwards. He said she started to kiss him and he kissed her back. He didn’t plan to, he wanted to push her away, but his old feelings for her tied his hands! He said they slept together that day.

Diarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

My husband went on to say that the day I showed up at his office with a sample of my new recipe, Diana had been with him at the office all morning. He said before I came that afternoon, while he was in the toilet, Diana joined him and locked the door. She pulled down his trousers and swallowed his cucumber. He wanted to stop her, but, he was too weak. And because he had slept with her before, he had no strength in him to turn her away.

Diaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Praise said he felt guilty and he planned to stop seeing her. But, she found a way to make him agree to take her daughter to the beach. He said that day at the beach, the temptation was just too much and he couldn’t resist her. He said he slept with her against the rocks at Bar Beach, away from prying eyes. He said that same day, she lured him to her place and they did it again in her bathroom, while her daughter watched the T.V.

Diiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Praise said he felt very guilty, especially because he knew God wasn’t happy with him and he knew he was cheating on me with his ex. He knew he had to do the right thing. My husband said a couple of days ago, he stopped picking Diana’s calls, after he firmly told her that what they were doing had no future and he couldn’t continue to hurt God and puncture holes into the wall of his marriage.

He said that particular day, he came home to pick up some documents and he had no idea that Diana followed him home. She pleaded with him, saying that she couldn’t live without him and that she had not stopped loving him and she went on and on and on. He said one thing led into another and… and… and…

Diaaaaaaarrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

Oh God! Was my mouth smelling when I told Praise to stay away from his ex? Why didn’t he listen to me? Why did he allow himself to be caught in her leech lustful web? Why? Why?

I was… I was… I was unable to say a word. I went into our bedroom and picked a few clothes. Praise kept apologizing and pleading, but… oh God. I left. I drove straight to my mother’s place and cried in her arms for the next two, three hours.

My mum was equally disappointed and she consoled me. I have been at my mum’s place for the past three days. I feel safe here. I don’t think I am ever going to leave.

Praise has called and called my lines. He has texted, sent Whatsapp chats, mailed me, tried to chat me up on my social media handles, but… I don’t think I am ready to talk to him or see him just yet. I don’t know if I will ever be ready. I am just too hurt… too… too torn to pieces. I am too hurt, too distressed. I don’t think anything or anyone can mend my broken heart. My sanity is at the verge of breaking point and I don’t know what I am going to do.

Oh God… God why? This is just too much for me.

Juliearth:
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*hugs&kisses*

Asek1:
Still I follow Weldone SheWrites

Thanks

Ann2012:
God please answer our prayers oooo, let Diana go back to wherever she came from

Thanks for the update

You're welcome

Adeola25:
Hmmm, karma is a bitch. I believe that what goes around, comes around. Well-done ma'am

*winks*

MARRIED AND SLAYING: DIARY OF MRS. NWAKAEGO ETADAFE

EPISODE 33

Dear Diary,

5th July, 2019.

Diary, if you know Diana, or anyone related to this lady, please tell them to tell her to leave my husband alone o. This is the last straw and it has broken the camel’s back. She has poked her fingers into my eyes and she is definitely going to get burnt. Not just burnt o, she go roast so tey, she go resemble charcoal. I am going to empty a jerry can of petrol on her head and set her on fire myself. She go roast like suya, I swear!

This afternoon, while I was enjoying a very good movie, I got a WhatsApp message from Okiki, one of my neighbours. Remember the baby mama with three kids from three different men? Am sure you can recollect who she is by now. She said that she was at the beach with her children and she saw my husband with a fair looking lady and a little pretty girl who looked just like the fair lady. Without needing the assistant of a soothsayer, I knew exactly who it was. Eh no go pass Diana. And the pictures Okiki sent also confirmed that it was indeed the white witch!

Dammit men! Diary, you need to see the pictures my neighbour sent. You need to see the way the white witch was seated so, so close to my husband, in different compromising postures. Okiki sent me ten different pictures. And the pictures made my brain to spark. My brain literally went up in flames.

Just imagine, what kind of fire was Praise playing with? What this man is doing can be compared to putting one’s hand in the mouth of a crocodile. No matter how fast you think you are, you will still lose a finger or two, or the whole arm. Why isn’t Praise listening to me? How else am I supposed to tell him that he isn’t supposed to be frolicking around the town with his ex? What kind of rubbish problem is this now, biko? O di kwa serious o!

I ran into the bedroom, changed into a blouse and a jean and just as I was about to fly out of the house, I changed my mind. I had to reason with myself. If I drive all the way to the beach now, with the way I was feeling… smoke was literally coming out of my ears and nostrils, I might end up strangling Diana. I so do not want to end up on Social Media and be labelled a jealous housewife or something worse. This internet age is something else.

I sat in the sitting room and waited for my husband to return home. Oh diary, it was the longest wait ever. Praise didn’t come home until like past ten. Can you just imagine? Past ten! Where was he? I even tried calling him a few times, but he refused to pick my call. Can you believe that? And he even sent me one lame text message, saying that he was somewhere busy. Busy?! Busy with the white witch, kwa? God punish the devil!

Diary, Praise came home looking so tired, like someone returning from a wrestling march. He greeted me without the usual hugs and kisses and went straight to take a shower. When he was through, I was waiting for him in the bedroom. When he saw me, he knew I had something on my mind, probably because of the way I was staring at him.

“Are you okay, love?” he asked me.

In order not to waste any precious time, I showed him the pictures that Okiki sent to me. I expected him to have a very good explanation, I expected him to be remorseful, but diary, my husband flared up o. I am not sure I have seen him that angry. He accused me of following him around. Can you imagine? He said I was keeping tabs on him.

Abeg, abeg, abeg, I am not that kind of person. I am not the kind of woman that follow-follow her husband around town.

I lost it right then and there and I lashed out back at him. I told him that if he wasn’t careful, everyone in Lagos will soon find out that he was frolicking around the city with his ex. For the love of God, he was at the beach, in his boxers, with his almost naked ex and her daughter. Who does that?

Has my husband’s brain been replaced with jelly or what? Is there a mass of corn pap stuck up there where his brain should be? This is just… this is just… I don’t even know what to write again.

Praise calmed down a bit, probably because I was angry too. Then he began to explain his movements that day. He said he visited his ex and he offered to take her bored daughter to the beach.

Who send him message, diary? Ehn, please ask my husband for me o?

He said his ex wanted to tag along and he didn’t discourage her. After all, it was her daughter and not his. He said they went to the Galleria first, then they later moved to the beach.

Diary, his explanations made me crazy. I went completely loco! What was my husband doing at his ex’s place, in the first place? Are they now best of friends? Doesn’t she have other people to mingle with? Has Praise forgotten that he was a married man? Ehn, diary?

I told him straight up that I didn’t like Diana one bit and my instinct tells me that she was out to get him back under her wings. I wasn’t going to take any chances when it comes to someone like her. I told my husband that he must stop seeing Diana, henceforth, for my peace of mind, as well as his. Long story short, he was already encouraging the lady with all this misplaced care and unwarranted attention he was giving her.

Diary, Praise flared up again o. He said I had no right on this side of planet earth, to tell him what to do, nor do I have the audacity to choose his friends or dictate who he associates with.

Abeg, abeg, abeg, all that na long grammar.

It is all his fault. He gave me no other choice than to give an ultimatum. Abi, how you check am, diary?

Before I could respond, he walked out of the bedroom. Diary, this has gone on long enough. It has so passed be careful. I am just tired. I am so at my wits end. Seriously, I am even thinking of tracing Diana to wherever she is holed up in, and give her a nasty warning. She should go and search for her own husband and leave mine alone.

I didn’t come to this world to share my husband with any other woman, biko.

Right now, it is past twelve midnight and Praise has not returned to the bedroom. He is probably angry. If he is, me too I am angry. I doubt if I will be able to sleep a wink tonight. The thought of even lying here, on the same bed with my husband makes my head to throb. I keep seeing those pictures Okiki sent me. I keep seeing the way Praise was holding her, the way he was gazing at her exposed chest like a hungry dog. Ah! Diary, am I not finished like this? You need to see the killer swim-wear the white witch was putting on. Nothing was covered! She was stark naked with ropes tied around her… and they call it swim-wear, tufiakwa!

My mind is filled with so many heart-wrenching images right now. I trust my husband, but, diary… the way Diana looked today, she was enough to drive any man that has blood flowing in his veins crazy. Any man that see this woman naked can never resist her charms, I swear.

Diary, I am afraid oooo. I am scared that the white witch might have been able to lure my Praise into her bed. Oh God! Oh God! The mere thought of this is killing me ooooo.

Oh God, save my husband from the seductive and devilish fangs of this white witch. Save Praise from himself oh God… please… please God… Help Praise to receive sense before he puncture holes into the wall of our marriage. For Christ sake, we just got back together… we just reconciled not too long ago… I am not up for another marital fracas God… please, please help us…

Goodnight diary.