“I trusted you, Dedan. I gave you my heart, my body, and my life… and this is what I get?” I whispered to myself, tears blurring my vision as I looked at our baby sleeping peacefully. At 27, I never imagined I would feel this kind of pain—betrayed by the man I chose to be the father of my child.
When I found out I was pregnant, Dedan promised me the world. He said, “We will build a life together, Maureen. I will be there for you and the baby.” I believed him. I left my family’s worries behind, trusting him completely. But soon, the man I loved became a stranger.
He started coming home late, smelling of alcohol and other women. Sometimes he wouldn’t come home at all. He stopped buying food, diapers, or anything our baby needed. One evening, after another night of drunken silence, he hit me. I remember sobbing and saying, “Yaani Dedan, umeamua kuniharibia maisha! Umeona sina maana juu nimekuzalia? Hukuwa tayari kulea watoto wako, na ulinidanganya! Hutawai niwacha!” But my words fell on deaf ears. He laughed. He didn’t care.
I tried to hold on. I prayed he would change. But love alone couldn’t save me from his cruelty. Seven months into this nightmare, I realized I had to leave. I gathered my courage, packed our child’s things, and left. For the first time in my life, I walked away from a man I loved… a man I thought would protect me.
For months, I suffered alone. Dedan vanished. He switched off his phone, moved to a new place, and lied, telling everyone he was in Dubai. I felt abandoned, hurt, and angry. I cried to myself every night, thinking, “How could someone I loved so much leave me like this? How can he hide while I struggle with our baby?” GET FULL STORY HERE.