WHEN SISTERS DECIDE TO STEAL HUSBANDS.. CASE 1 AND 2

CASE ONE

Dear Taiwo,
I decided to write you because I know you would help proffer solution to my situation.

Taiwo, please, I need help. My husband has killed me! He has committed an abomination and since I learnt his atrocity last week, I have not been myself. “Why did Kingsley do this to me?” That was the question I asked myself.

I have heard a lot about spousal-infidelity, and I have never for one day trusted my husband or fooled myself that he wasn’t engaged in extra-marital affairs, but I was of the opinion that he should cheat on me with an outsider, not my blood sister, who we raised together as our own child.

I was angry when my friend, who I discussed the issue with said she would not blame Kingsley as much as she would blame my sister. Who would I blame now?

Nkem, my sister came to live with us at age of 12 when we got married and she continued her schooling with us in Port Harcourt where we settled. She was a good, obedient, intelligent and loved by all. I have no regrets whatsoever, raising her like my own child.

When we began our life as a couple, things were not rosy immediately, both of us were teachers, but, because we were both determined to make it in life, we were not complacent with where we were.

At a level, we decided that Kingsley should go back to school while I managed the home front with my little salary. To make ends meet, I began trading. I would travel to our village to buy foodstuffs at cheap rates and sell to people in Port Harcourt and make gains. All this time, Kingsley remained a loving husband, but became something else when he started making money.

Our first problem started when I told him of my intentions to go back to school after he had finished schooling. He did not take kindly to the idea, but I stood my grounds; I reminded him of our decision when he was about starting his studies. And to discourage me, Kingsley said he had no money to sponsor my education.

I, however, did not allow this to discourage me, I was determined to go to the university and to the glory of God, I did. After our university education, we both secured good jobs, although he got a job before me and he was making good money before I started making mine, but I never had to wait on him to get or do anything.

I should have known when he suddenly became interested in Nkem after she gained admission into the university; I said this because we both raised her. For someone with good intentions, it shouldn’t be strange, because she was like a sister to him. But my husband had other things on his mind.

Initially, I noticed that he complained about everything my sister did, but I didn’t see anything wrong in that until a friend of mine who had a shop in my sister’s school told me that she always saw my husband coming to pick or visit my sister at odd hours. She didn’t tell me to infuse suspicion in me, but her concern was was my well-being and that of my home.

I was, however, shocked when I asked my sister why my husband was always visiting her in school and she denied. I became concerned, so, I also asked my husband, but he too said it was a lie.

Do you know what it feels like to be made to look like a fool? I really did not know what to make of all these, but I kept praying. My husband, however, started misbehaving after I asked him about my sister.

He would leave the house for days and not come back. My sister visited the house all the time, so I had no cause to suspect that anything was between them or if his absence from the house had anything to do with her, until my encounter with the two of them in town.

Kingsley was away from the house for two weeks, I tried his line several times but he had switched off, I would have gone to check him in the office, but he was on leave. Some of my friends told me they saw him in town, but he did not come home.

Coincidentally, I met him somewhere in town; he was so carried away speaking with his companion in the car that he didn’t see me. I followed the car and crossed him at a convenient place. He had no choice but to stop. I then noticed that the lady at the passenger’s side was trying to hide her face from me.

I had already caused a scene, at that moment; I really didn’t care what happened. I held on to Kingsley’s cloth and asked people who were around to ask the passenger in the car to come down. She was told to come down and when she did, lo and behold, it was my sister.

If she had good intentions, why was she hiding from me? Please, what do I do? What am I to make of all this nonsense? To crown it all, Kingsley has not been home since and my sister has equally refused to come home. Please, help me.

CASE TWO

I have had a 3month relationship with my sister’s husband and I think I might be in love with him. The relationship started when my sister travelled abroad to have her first baby. I was the one taking care of Henry (my sister’s husband) when his wife was absent for so many months.

My little sister (Val) asked me to make sure that her husband was well taken care of in terms of cooking for him and making sure the house and everything else was organised.

While she was gone, I was the one supervising the house chores because I don’t leave too far from them, so every day before and after work, I would visit the house to bring food for him and make sure all was well.

One night after I had prepared dinner for him, Henry asked me to keep him company while he watched a soccer game. I decided to stay because over time we had become such good friends and I was comfortable around him. I was never attracted to him because I knew he was married to my sister, he was like a brother to me.

But on that fateful night, we got talking for hours about many things including his marriage to Val, and he told me that Val’s pregnancy was so hard on her because she was cranky all the time and refused to allow him touch her. Suddenly Henry jumped on me and started professing his love for me, telling me he wanted me so bad and that I would have made a better wife than Val.

One thing led to another and we were having sex on the couch, I felt so bad but I could not resist his pleas, he was like a helpless man begging for attention that he wasn’t getting from his wife. I know I am wrong but I felt he needed love and care.

His wife is still abroad and I have almost moved into the house under the guise that I am cooking and cleaning for him. I and Henry now have sex constantly every night, sometimes he stays over at my place. My parents don’t suspect anything because they believe I am only helping him out in the absence of my sister. But if they knew the truth I would die!

I am in love with Henry and he says he loves me too but he is married to my baby sister. I don’t know what to do because I don’t want to lose my sister who is my best friend or my Henry who I love so dearly.

Please what should I do…?