My name is Linda, and for years I believed I had found the man God created for me. We met when life was still simple — before money, before pressure, before dreams became heavy. He didn’t have much, and neither did I, but we supported each other through everything. I helped him with rent, food, fare, and even contributed when he wanted to upgrade his skills. I stood with him through his darkest moments, and I believed that one day we would build a good life together.
Everything changed the day he got a well-paying job in Nairobi. At first, I was genuinely happy for him. I celebrated, prayed for him, and encouraged him to work hard. But slowly, he began to change. His tone changed. His attitude changed. His priorities changed. The man who used to call me lovingly now talked to me like a stranger. He suddenly became “too busy,” “too tired,” or “in a meeting.” Yet when he was broke, he had all the time in the world.…Get full story
