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My husband can stay at home for 2 weeks without bathing

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This whole marriage thing is quite difficult. I wish I had taken my time because I cannot stay married to this husband of mine, even if we have only been married for 14 months and I am pregnant. We dated for three months until he was sent to Nigeria for job reasons. He was scheduled to remain there for a year, and he assured me he wanted to marry me. He handed me a promise ring to verify it, and then went on to publicly notify my parents of his plans so that they would not accept any guy until he returns in a year.

Every day, we talked to ourselves. In that case, I’d say he gave it his all. His job was tough, yet he found time every day before bed to contact me on video. We’ll be conversing and he’ll fall asleep and leave me.

I appreciated his efforts to make the relationship work, which made me fall even more in love with him. He was transferring money on a regular basis and even to my parents. He’ll call and request to speak with my parents. My mother used to taunt me that if I let such a nice man slip through my fingers, she would be furious and we would both laugh about it. When he returned after a year, he stated that he saw no reason why we should not marry. He was approaching 40 years old and had spent his entire life studying and working, so he was eager to marry.

I was also 30 years old and had a diploma. I wasn’t doing much better, but I was assisting my mother’s sister at her boutique, and she gave me something tiny every week. To be honest, marriage has always terrified me. My parents are still together, but the way they used to argue terrified us as youngsters.

My older sister divorced her husband when he was found with another woman. “nsem Pii”. So when my partner proposed, I was a little apprehensive, but he was treating me so nicely, and my parents pushed me to accept him as soon as possible, so we married. We dated for roughly a year and four months in all. But it was a distant relationship for a year. I never stayed with him while we were dating, and we only had s*x once while we were dating.

We did it after he returned from Nigeria, and he was OK with it. It took me a few weeks after our wedding to notice his major disorganisation. I have two brothers, and I know how messy men can be at times. But, in comparison to my husband, even my brothers are incredibly neat.

My hubby is far too filthy. Aaaba! He bathes and clothes nicely before leaving the house, so you won’t suspect anything. But when he comes home, you can see his true colours. He will not bathe until I push him to do so. This is how it is every weekend when he does not go to work. I used to lure him with sx to bring him into the bathroom with me, but it no longer works because he prefers sx on the bed.

He could go a week without showering while he was on leave in May. When he gets up, he’ll be in front of the television from morning until evening. He’ll eat, and the dishes will end up all over the floor. I’ll return home from work in the evening to grab the plates and wash them.

He is also one of those guys that acquire body odour after going a day without bathing, and that perspiration will be the first thing you smell when you enter the room because he enjoys AC and has closed all the windows. He may go two weeks wearing the same boxers. I’m not joking. I got him 12 pairs of boxers, but he still likes his old ones. He like two in particular, and when he chooses one, he may wear it for weeks.

He sleeps in the same boxers and wakes up in the same boxers. Even if he bathes, he will just lift it and shake it vigorously as if clearing dust from the inside, and then he will wear it in this manner. I threw away one of the old boxers one day, and he didn’t eat my food for several days as a result… as the leader of the home, I have offended him…hmm.

My husband is so dirty that when it comes to house chores, I am completely overwhelmed. He won’t do anything, and if he wants to drink water, he can call you to come to get it for him when he can just walk to the fridge and grab one.

Surprisingly, he is a highly industrious person at work. He makes no remark about it. He’ll get up early and go, but he’s a different guy at home. When I wasn’t pregnant, I could endure his body odour, but once I was, it was intolerable. It made my sickness worse, so I sat him down and talked to him about his personal cleanliness one time. He became enraged with me.

He said that at 38 years old, I was treating him like his mother and elder sisters, who were always hovering over him and instructing him what to do. I had to remain silent in order for things to calm down. When I had the opportunity, I spoke with one of his sisters, who informed me that my husband was so sluggish that she went to his apartment weekly to wash his plates and clothing for him. He is the youngest of six children and the only boy, so that may be a role. I used to visit him while we were dating, and the home was always clean. He was acting strangely because he wanted to impress me at the moment.

Despite his lack of cleanliness, I absolutely like this guy. He is incredibly ambitious and has a way of motivating you to perform better. He now intends to enrol me in college once we have our child. The only issue is that he becomes defensive if you point out something he does to him. He sometimes urinates all over the toilet seat. When you complain, he becomes enraged and complains the rest of the day.

He believes that my role as a wife is to keep the house in order. I don’t disagree, but does that imply he should intentionally make the area dirty so I can clean it? Our tiny washing machine was damaged; he promised to replace it, but he has yet to do so. My fingers hurt a lot while I’m washing his clothing since he may wear one shirt until he’s happy before changing. I’m exhausted from complaining about the boxers.

My brothers used to replace theirs every 2 to 3 days, despite my advice to do so every day. I wish my spouse would change his boxers as my brothers do. The scent alone is terrible. He also loves me to suck his thing when we are intimate. Meanwhile, the area is densely forested and stinks. Thankfully, he no longer makes such requests now that I’m pregnant.

When we first married, he would come home from work and ask for it. I used to get him to bathe by bathing myself, and it worked for a while, but one day he was too sluggish to accompany me to the bath, and I had to fulfil my wifely responsibilities and suck him. The odour did not leave my nose when I finished.

It was the first time I told him, and it was also the first time we had a serious disagreement in our marriage. He remarked no man’s thing smells like lavender, and I offended him by informing him of the terrible odour. He claims that shaving causes him to itch there, thus he hasn’t shaven in years and will not do so in the future.

My spouse was apparently missing when God shared the personal hygiene grace because huh… I understand that marriage is not flawless, and that everyone has a burden to bear. I recognise that I, too, have shortcomings, and I strive to be a decent wife for him. But how can I talk to him such that he will at least listen to me? If I tell his mother to talk to him, he would be furious with me for disclosing such a sensitive thing.

It’s too early in our marriage for things like this to bother me, and I’m now wondering how I’ll cope with his body odour for the many years ahead of us. If I hadn’t seen any of these indicators when we were dating, I would not have hurried into marriage. When we met or I visited him, he was always nice and fresh, with no odour. I considered speaking with a godly man that my husband really admires. He presided over our wedding. But he’ll be upset with me, which I don’t want to happen. Could you please assist me?

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Woman confesses that her spouse always defecates in bed as he’s ready to ‘cum’

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"I've been married for eleven months now. My spouse has had this problem since we started dating till now. The problem is that whenever my husband and I have sex and he is ready to cum and it is at its climax, he eases himself into the bed. "We've tried to get him to stop, but he always complains it's too sweet and he can't contain himself. As a result, we decided that he would always relax himself before we started having sex. "But he will continue to do it while cuming. I refused to give him sex while we were dating because it was horrible. I married him because despite it, he is a responsible, nice, and caring spouse."

A Ghanaian lady who is married to a “loving and responsible husband” is looking for help dealing with what she describes as “disgusting” sexual encounters with her spouse.

The married woman with two children has said that her husband always defecates in bed when he is at his height of ecstasy during sex.

Revealing her traumatic situation to Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3, she stated that she is considering quitting her eleven-month marriage because she cannot bear it any longer.

“I’ve been married for eleven months now. My spouse has had this problem since we started dating till now. The problem is that whenever my husband and I have sex and he is ready to cum and it is at its climax, he eases himself into the bed.

“We’ve tried to get him to stop, but he always complains it’s too sweet and he can’t contain himself. As a result, we decided that he would always relax himself before we started having sex.

“But he will continue to do it while cuming. I refused to give him sex while we were dating because it was horrible. I married him because, despite it, he is a responsible, nice, and caring spouse,” she narrated.

According to her, the situation is impacting her mental health because all attempts to settle her issue have failed.

“I’m going through a lot because it makes me puke; mentally, I’m breaking down. I’m not sure whether to quit the marriage because we currently have two children. I tried every possible solution to the problem, but nothing worked,” she said.

She is presently seeking assistance to deal with the circumstance, as the problem is harming her mental health.

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I prefer to masturbate than have sex with my husband – Lady shares ordeal

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She stated that she has always felt sexually unfulfilled after intercourse, therefore she chooses to masturbate to satisfy herself rather than having sex with her boyfriend. "Within two minutes, he had come. As a result, I avoid him and prefer to masturbate to satisfy my sexual cravings since, as soon as we start having sex, he has come and the item will stand," she said Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3.

A Ghanaian woman has expressed her sexual discontent with her spouse.

The lady, whose identity has been kept hidden, told Confessions on TV3 that her spouse never stays in bed for more than two minutes.

She stated that she has always felt sexually unfulfilled after intercourse, therefore she chooses to masturbate to satisfy herself rather than having sex with her boyfriend.

“Within two minutes, he had come. As a result, I avoid him and prefer to masturbate to satisfy my sexual cravings since, as soon as we start having sex, he has come and the item will stand,” she said to Ms. Nancy on Confessions on TV3.

Meanwhile, Life Coach Ebenezer Quaye, a guest on the show, encouraged lovers to share feedback to each other after participating in physical intimacy with their loved ones.

This, he argued, will inspire spouses to work on their sexual deficiencies.

“If you are having sex and do not receive feedback from your wife, there is a problem.” Wives should also provide feedback to their spouses. “It’s so nice and encouraging,” he commented.

He also gave some strategies for improving sexual shortcomings between lovers.

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How my husband sex trafficked me for 13 years

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When I was about 14 years old, one of my neighbours came over and invited me to a pool party. "It's going to be fun." She said. "Sure. "I would love to." I didn't have many friends, so it felt good to be part of something for once. I got my bathing suit and followed the girl. Before we arrived at the place, we encountered a small gathering of teens. There was one person who stood out from the crowd. He had everyone's attention, and everyone wanted to speak with him. My companion began heading towards them, and I followed her.

I learned that life was unfair at an early age, and in the worst way conceivable. My stepfather used to sexually assault me, and when I eventually had the bravery to denounce him, he received only three months of treatment as punishment and was allowed to live with me again.

My mother brought him back for financial reasons, but she kept us apart. They slept below, while we slept above. Nevertheless, I was traumatised and lived in terror. As if I hadn’t gone through enough pain, I met a man who I believed loved me and who sex trafficked me.

When I was about 14 years old, one of my neighbours came over and invited me to a pool party.

“It’s going to be fun.” She said.

“Sure. “I would love to.”

I didn’t have many friends, so it felt good to be part of something for once. I got my bathing suit and followed the girl. Before we arrived at the place, we encountered a small gathering of teens. There was one person who stood out from the crowd. He had everyone’s attention, and everyone wanted to speak with him. My companion began heading towards them, and I followed her.

“Hello, Greg. I invite you to meet my buddy Wendy. “Wendy, this is Greg.” She spoke to the guy.

Greg turned to me, smiled, and extended his hand before saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

At that point, my knees were weak. My heart began beating, and I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Can I get your number?” He asked.

“Sure,” I responded and handed it to him.

I didn’t expect him to call, but later that night he did, and we spoke for hours. That was the start of a relationship that led to my being sex trafficked.

Greg understood how to make me feel appreciated, which is all I wanted. We became amorous quickly, and I fell pregnant soon after. I had been under my mother’s care since I was 17 years old when I had my child. Greg demanded that I leave my mother’s house so that we could make our relationship work.

“How am I going to do that?” I asked.

“I’ve got a plan. You may relocate to a shelter, where they will consider you emancipated from your parents, and then you will be eligible for welfare checks, and we will be able to get an apartment and live happily ever after.” He explained.

At the time, it seemed like a fairy tale, and I was all in. I ran away from home, and Greg took me and my kid to a shelter. However, life at the shelter was not as easy as Greg made it appear.

It took long for me to receive my first welfare check, and I was running out of baby goods. So I contacted Greg and told him I needed money to take care of our child.

“Don’t worry, I have a job for us to do.” He said.

I assumed he meant cleaning people’s homes because that’s what he told me he did for money. So I picked up my kid and went to see him.

“What are we going to do?” I asked Greg.

“Well, you’re going to walk up this street, wait on that corner for a man to pick you up and you’ll have sex with that man in his car and he’ll pay you.” He explained without emotion.

I was perplexed and apprehensive, but he kept bringing up my daughter and insisting that if I loved her, I would do it. I felt like I had no option. My knees and hands shook as I proceeded to where he had instructed me to stand. As soon as I arrived, a car stopped in front of me, and the driver requested me to get in. That’s how my spouse started sex trafficking me.

“I know a place we can go in the woods.” He said.

I did not say anything. When we arrived in the woods, we both exited and walked to a private location where he began removing his clothing. I took off mine, we had sex, and he gave me the money before driving me back to where he had picked me up.

When I came out, I went to Greg, who was still standing in the same location and handed him all of the money.

“I love you.” I knew I had made the proper decision in choosing you as my wife. He said.

We went to purchase diapers and formula for the baby and had a little extra. However, a week later, we were out of diapers again.

That time, he encouraged me to take on two or three customers so that I might earn enough money to leave the shelter.

“Do you want your daughter to live in a shelter for the rest of her life?” He asked.

From there, he started one of the greatest prostitution networks in the region. It comprised four to ten females from various states. He sexually trafficked me for 13 years while I was still married to him. It varied from once a week to every other day, depending on how much money he received from the other females. I worked as a street girl, and escort, and made house calls. Not to add that I have two more children with him.

People continually questioned me why I stayed with him for so long, but no matter what I told them, they couldn’t comprehend what I was going through. Greg hooked us to drugs and physically abused us if we attempted to escape. He would also send the other girls to find any girl who had gone and beat her until she returned. I felt bonded to the other females since we weren’t permitted to have outside contact. So, anytime I managed to flee, I felt horrible and returned because I didn’t want them to suffer.

After 13 years, I was finally free of Greg. I had recently given birth and was in the kitchen making supper for us when I noticed police cruisers outside our house. The cops swooped in, arrested Greg, and detained me for interrogation.

However, I refused to talk to them because I was afraid Greg would beat me if he found out. Because I did not comply, they accused me of sex trafficking and sentenced me to 23 months in prison. Greg was also charged with sex trafficking and was sentenced to ten years in jail.

My children were removed while I was in prison, and because the judge in the custody case felt I was a sex trafficker, she promised that I would not be granted custody of my children. When I got out, I returned to school and earned an associate’s degree. In addition, I returned to the same judge who heard my custody case to request custody of my kid. I went with my attorneys, counsellors, and even the police officers who detained me to explain my situation to the court.

She returned my child to me, and I returned home to live with my mother, who sadly died later. Today, I feel comfortable and satisfied, which is a wonderful place to be. I’ve realised that there are individuals eager to help those who have faced the same hardships that I have, and if you’re going through anything similar, you don’t have to suffer alone or in silence.

This narrative is based on the Unfiltered Stories YouTube video.

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