My Father stole my wife!

I was 26 and my wife was 20. Although we weren’t legally married, I had stayed with Alice for two years with both our parents blessing us and we were planning to throw a wedding when we get the means. I must admit there was a lot I didn’t know about the marriage business but neither did my wife.

I was 26 and my wife was 20. Although we weren’t legally married, I had stayed with Alice for two years with both our parents blessing us and we were planning to throw a wedding when we get the means. I must admit there was a lot I didn’t know about the marriage business but neither did my wife.

On several occasions my father would come to our home, which was just a few metres from his, and check on us. He would advise us like any parent, but all along I couldn’t help see the evident signs of ever-growing interest in my wife.

I ignored it but when my mum took me aside one day and asked me to be a man enough and take good care of my wife, at first I didn’t understand what she meant. But the look in her eyes told me something strange was happening.

I gathered some strength and asked him what was going one with Alice. He laughed and said he didn’t know what I was talking about. “Son, whatever is happening or you think is happening shouldn’t leave your home and enter mine. I’ve been with your mother for over three decades and would like to keep it that way”, he said in a sadistic tone.

Soon everyone got to know that my father was sleeping with my wife and I became the laughing stock of the village. What hurt the most was the fact that my wife did little to deny it; at least I wanted her to say that they are doing wrong. She wasn’t bothered at all or feared losing me; apparently my dad had promised to take care of her no matter what.

My wife became my mothers’ rival. Her fellow women ridiculed my mother, she was called names and everyone would giggle behind her back. I asked the village elders for advice but they all seemed to not care. “That’s not a new thing in our culture; just keep your family together, soon they will get bored with each other and you will have your wife back”, they advised.

When the thought of punishing my father and wife crept into my head, I knew it was time for me to leave. I curled my tail between my legs and left. Now Alice is officially my father’s second wife. Though I forgave Alice, I couldn’t forgive my dad for the pain he inflicted on my mother. I will probably go to the grave still mad at him.

 

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