Till Death do us Apart, Or not!


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For better, for worse; for richer, for poorer. Those were the words they exchanged on the altar. To stay together till death do them apart, but two years down the line they were already apart and death had nothing to do with it. Whatever happened to the love they professed! The first night had been wide, yes. The following weeks had been great, yes. But six months in, they both started to show their true colors; one was an alcoholic and got abusive when he drank, the other was a constant nagger and got bitter faster than lightning could strike. Their match was not made in Heaven. Far from it, it seemed to have been hatched in Hell.

Everything seemed so clusterfuck. Sex became less frequent between the two, and when it did came, it lack the passion it used to have; one man humping vigorously while the woman laid down thinking about that dress she saw on Jumia, totally divorced from the moment. It was little wonder they both look for passion outside, and found it. They would sit down for dinner and never say a word to each other. Their communications were reduced to grunts. Neither of them were willing to make it work. Whatever happened to that love! Whatever happened to that moisture in their eyes as they exchanged their vows, said they would never stop loving each other!

Soon, divorced raised it ugly head. Both were happy to sign the paper; the first time in a long time they were both happy for the same thing. 

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