You will certainly judge me, but I bitterly regret my mistakes of the past. I had made the promise to marry as virgin, as we have our dreams but there are also the realities of life.
I grew up in a Christian family, my parents were church leaders but that did not stop me from doing what I did.
I was a very bright girl at school. I had excellent grades and my other asset was also my beauty. I did a primary and secondary course without fail. After my admission to the higher institution, I lost my virginity out of curiosity.
I became pregnant because I did not know how to calculate my period but I immediately aborted, it became a breeze. I thought it was going to be the first and last time but I plunged my soul because of my friendships.
Bad companies corrupt good morals
My friends talking to me encouraged me to lead a life that was not mine. I learned the art of making love. That’s how I always lined up men in bed. I could line up two a day with no regret on average.
I had arrived at a stage where I only wove relationships with married men, every time I contracted a pregnancy, I suppressed it, I aborted up to seven foetuses.
In my debauchery, I met a wealthy man who wanted me despite my past. He married me and we are in our fifth year of marriage. I still have not born and it’s the war between my mother-in-law and me who wants to impose a second wife.
She often brings girls home for my husband to have sex with them. My mother-in-law has sworn to end my relationship with her son if I do not give her descendants.