I have been cheating on my husband since the day we got married -Lady shares saddest story

 When they informed me about marriage, I had no idea what they were talking about. In retrospect, I can't blame my parents for marrying me when I was young and immature; after all, it is typical for a lady of my caliber to be married. Considering my age, I got married much later than most of my friends did. Some people even got married before they reached the age of eighteen, so my parents considered my marriage to be a blessing when I was nineteen.

When I was seven years old, my father told me how I used to be ill all the time. He went on to say that he was really tiny and wasn't growing. My mother was doing absolutely nothing, and my father was a farmer with a hundred by one-twenty-acre plot. We raised rice and harvested it to use as our staple food. Though it wasn't enough, it was enough and the staff was really friendly.

A passing motorist overheard me sobbing in agony as I walked by our house. He couldn't stand up to my shrill voice and came to my house to find out what had happened to me and what he could do to help. He came to see me right away, according to my mother, who told me the story before I turned sixteen. She did it, and I will not compromise my womanhood with anybody else.

My future husband should be the man who helped me pay for my medical treatment and provided me with gifts, food, and monthly allowances from the time I was seven years old until the time I became nineteen. As a result, I was given medical care, and I have not complained about anything since. Money, so the saying goes, is the answer to everything. I was in excruciating discomfort as a result of a lack of money that my father lacked. Money arrived, and the illness was able to be cured.

Because there was a belief in my clan that too much education would cause the females to break away from our vows after senior secondary school, now known as Senior High Schools, I attended formal school but was not permitted to continue after that level of study. Following my graduation from high school, an arrangement for my marriage with a man I had never met before was put in place. Yes, it was him who provided financial assistance for my medical care when I was seven years old. He was the same man who had been paying me monthly payments and had helped me pay for my college education.

My parents agreed with him that I will become his wife when I reach the age of eighteen, and that was the arrangement between them before the man began funding my education and travel. I married him; we don't do white weddings in my family, so the traditional ceremony was OK with us. Herds of sheep were killed in preparation for my wedding, and I was to be his second wife. Despite the fact that his first wife is no longer alive.

My new father, mother, and spouse treated me as if I were a prisoner. Because it is customary in my family to say such things, the man became my everything. Yes, some laws should be repealed, and I agree with you on that. My hubby is three decades younger than I am. I am twenty-six years old today, and he will be seventy-eight years old in a month's time. If the ladies realize that I have never experienced the spirit of ecstasy before, they will be understanding. Many guys are unaware of what it is, but we, the ladies, are well aware of it.

Seven weeks after my wedding, my mother-in-law passed away. We attended the burial, when I had the opportunity to meet Ahmed. He was courteous, and I assume he expressed sympathy during the burial. Since that day, I've been seeing Ahmed, who is completely unaware that I am married. Ahmed is in love with me, and I am in love with him. He gives me a sense of security and happiness. I like being a woman while I'm with him, but I've never enjoyed being a woman before when I'm with my husband.

My spouse was unable to conceive a kid. I have no idea why, and he is completely unaware that he is unable to have a kid. When I discovered that my husband is unable to father a kid, I began doing it with Ahmed. Perhaps it is due to his advanced age. Ahmed is unaware that I have three children for him since my husband believes they are his. Ahmed also does not know that I have children for him.

It was simple for me to accomplish because I am married and Ahmed does not reside in my geographical area. I see him on a regular basis on the premise that I am going to see my relatives. My husband is a wonderful man, and I wanted to do everything I could to make him happy. That is why I chose to allow Ahmed to help me so that I could give him children. Initially, Ahmed informed me that he would only do it if he married me, and he meant it. I knew it couldn't be feasible because I was already married, but he was completely unaware of this.

My spouse is in critical condition, and the doctor believes he will die shortly. I'm torn between telling him the truth and not telling him the truth. I don't want him to die because of a lie, and I don't want Ahmed to die either. I've waited long enough for this day to arrive, and Ahmed is constantly pestering me to send him back home to my parents. Ahmed will go to another female if I don't leave my husband, and I believe that if I don't leave my husband, he will die.

He continues bringing up the subject of settling down, and I have been putting it off for far too long because of the circumstances I was in. Despite the fact that my husband owns three farms to his name, I do not want any of them. I informed his older kid, who happens to be my stepson, that he could have everything. Despite the fact that he is older than me, he is still considered my step son until such time as anything else occurs. It becomes out that he is the son of his deceased wife.