Hello, could you please post this for me on your page? Before I tell you my story, I beg you not to insult me. Please do not put me through any more bouts of depression that my mental health cannot handle. My husband and I had a traditional wedding in July. The white wedding was supposed to occur the following week on Saturday, but it did not happen due to unforeseen circumstances. We rescheduled it for the next week, but all the Saturdays were already booked in the church, so we finally scheduled the wedding for November 12th. We’ve been married for three months, and everything is very different from when we were dating. My husband no longer has time for me. There are no date nights or movie nights, and aside from s*x, it feels like I’m staying with my brother. It’s just some way.
One of my husband’s friends flew in from abroad a few weeks before our wedding. They were very close before he left; he was building a house and wanted to inspect it. My husband is in charge of the project, but his friend wanted to ensure it. For the time being, he was staying with us. Right now, I’m not doing any serious work. I lost my job during Covid, and I’m trying to start selling something online, but I’m not working right now. When my husband goes to work, it’s just his friend and me at home. So we became friends, and he even asked me if my husband loved me because he never saw us show affection for each other. I tell him I’m fine. We had been watching movies all day and had no intention of doing anything, but once we watched a movie, we got close, and he cuddled me from behind.
I missed that feeling because my husband doesn’t do it. Even the s*x is only once every week or two weeks. I was expecting us to do more of it as a newlywed couple. We told ourselves that it was just cuddling at first. But then we started doing things again. It wasn’t on purpose. We just did it because he didn’t have any protection. Later, I purchased a pill. He had planned to stay for our wedding the week after our engagement, but he had to leave in September because that was the plan. I had a lot of s*x with him from July to September, when he left. He also went before I discovered I was pregnant, and the week I found it, I decided it wasn’t for him but for my husband.
I began being very lovely and submissive to him (my husband), so he responded more to me, and we had s*x more frequently. I recently informed him that I was pregnant, and he was overjoyed. But I’m terrified. I’m not even sure where to begin with, the calculations. There’s a slim chance it’s my husband’s child. During that time, we did it once or twice a week. But it was every day after my husband left for work with his friend. I told his friend about the pregnancy over a Whatsapp video call. He was reticent for a while. Then he said I should do a DNA test in secret, and if it turned out to be his child, he would send me enough money for the baby while no one knew. He wants me to keep my affair with him quiet and not say anything to anyone. All things being equal, he will return to his home in Ghana next year. He also mentioned that he has a serious girl with whom he has been a partner for many years.
I should have had an abortion when I was pregnant without informing my husband. I’m not bothered by the fact that he has a serious girlfriend. We were both having a good time, and I understand there were no strings attached, though I miss his s*x. But I’m not going to cheat again. I’m just afraid the baby will look like his friend or that my husband will one-day request DNA or something. The timing is also significant because the baby could be due a few weeks before I informed my husband. He is also very romantic towards me these days, and he has changed. His actions are making me feel even more guilty than before. In addition to the pregnancy hormones, I’ve become very depressed, and sometimes I want to confess to him and be free.
I’ll understand if he doesn’t want to marry me again. But I can’t imagine the embarrassment it will cause my family. It will also damage his friendship with his friend, and I don’t want to be the cause of that. When I heard stories about women having children with other men and their husbands finding out through DNA testing, I used to say that I could never do that. These women are evil, but I understand now that I’ve walked in their shoes. It’s not that simple. What should I do, dear readers? I am 24 years old. My husband is 32 years old, and his friend is also in his thirties. I can still abort, but both men know I’m pregnant and want me to have the baby. Should I abort it and tell my husband I’m pregnant? Any suggestions?
Source: Anonymous Confessions
