Would you stay in a bad marriage for the children? (If I’m not happy, nobody will be!)

This might come off as a little selfish to some of you but I can assure you, whoever said a ‘happy woman means a happy home’ was neither retarded nor stupid.

Thursday, October 10, 2013
Rachel Garuka

This might come off as a little selfish to some of you but I can assure you, whoever said a ‘happy woman means a happy home’ was neither retarded nor stupid. A lady I know once caught her husband cheating on her with the house help. They had two kids together. Because she loved her man so deeply, she chose to get angry a little bit then forgive him. Naturally the maid was sacked. Much as I respected her kindness, I knew the rascal wasn’t done playing with her – I mean how serious could he be about the relationship if he could go as far as insulting her with the maid? If you had any of that ‘people change’ hogwash in your head, drop it. Like my mind told me, the man wasn’t finished. After the house girl saga, this ninja went ahead to fool around with his wife’s cousin who had come over for a brief stay. True story. It was neither statutory nor actual rape…these two fooled around every time the kids went off to school. Even though she didn’t catch them red handed this time, she found out through a nosy neighbour who just couldn’t help but inform her about her man’s constant return to the house in the afternoon. This time she chose to confront her man, and I doubt I have ever known a man bolder than this one.He told her he was fed up of sneaking around and that he just wanted her to understand that he will always see other women. It didn’t matter if they were related or not. And what did this chick do? She told the man that he was high if he thought she was giving up on a marriage she had worked so hard to build. He was also mad if he thought he was giving up on it too. If they couldn’t stand each other, they would at least paint a picture that they can – for the kids at least.Now cheating is one thing and being battered is really another. Kids are great; in fact, they are simply adorable. But even in all my days of loving those little munchkins, should a man’s fist ever meet my face, that’s it. How the hell am I going to let my kids come home to a bruised mummy who can’t even get up to make them a snack? When I’m tired, worn out, stressed and sad, chances are I won’t be even half the mummy my kids deserve. So I would do us all a favour and find a less stressful environment for the sake of my sanity and the well being of everyone else around me!