I never imagined my life would take such a turn when I discovered my husband’s secret struggle with smoking just three months into our marriage. Shocked and concerned, I confronted him, only to find out it had been a part of his life since secondary school. The revelation left me feeling betrayed, questioning our entire relationship.....CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE>>>
Despite his promises to quit, his addiction escalated, and he even turned to weed. Intimacy became strained, and I found myself avoiding him. Desperate for a solution, I sought help from his parents and a trusted pastor, who eventually played a pivotal role in his journey to recovery.
After three challenging years, he finally conquered his addiction, and we eagerly embraced the prospect of starting a family. However, tragedy struck when I unknowingly consumed a toffee laced with weed, resulting in a miscarriage. The revelation that he had replaced smoking with hidden substances shattered my trust.
I made the difficult decision to leave, but he pleaded for a second chance, vowing to change. Though skeptical, I returned, and over the next three years, we battled infertility. The societal pressure and the misconception that I was the problem intensified my struggles.
As I approach my late thirties, the fear of childlessness looms large. Each menstrual cycle brings heartbreak, and the shame of societal judgment weighs heavily. Despite the trials, I hold onto hope, trusting that God will answer our prayers for a child.
In this journey of overcoming addiction and infertility, our marriage has been tested, but resilience and faith keep us going. The road ahead is uncertain, but we face it together, united in the pursuit of a family and a brighter future…CONTINUE READING>>
