My name is Sarah, and I live in Kampala. There was a time when I thought my marriage was coming to an end, and I honestly did not know what to do. The man I had loved and built a home with was slowly becoming a stranger to me.
When we first got married, we were happy. We made plans together, supported each other, and dreamed of raising our family in a peaceful home. I never imagined that one day I would find myself fighting to save the same marriage.Things started changing gradually.
My husband and I began arguing over small issues, and our conversations became more difficult. Sometimes we could spend days barely speaking to each other, even when we were in the same house.I tried to understand what was happening, but every time I wanted us to talk, the discussion would turn into another argument.
I missed the man who used to listen to me, laugh with me, and make me feel loved.As time went on, my husband became more distant. He spent less time with me, and I felt as though I was the only person still trying to save our relationship. I would sometimes lie awake at night wondering whether he still loved me.
The most painful moment came when separation became a serious topic in our marriage. I was devastated because I did not want our relationship to end.
I kept thinking about the years we had spent together, the memories we had created, and the family we had built.I tried to remain strong, but deep inside, I was afraid of losing him. I wanted us to find a way to solve our problems, but I did not know where to begin.During that difficult period, I heard about.To read more, tap here
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