A Time Will Come When Suffering Ends
My husband was praised by my friends as the perfect husband in the world.
Everyone said he loved me to death and practically put me on a pedestal.
Then came my prenatal checkup.
My older cousin, Catherina Bow, called him with a farewell message before attempting suicide.
Without hesitation, he abandoned me and rushed off in panic. I was six months pregnant at that time.
My mother expected me to be the bigger person and “lend” my husband to Catherina, who was depressed.
My brother snapped at me, "The only reason you’re still in this house is because Catherina spoke up for you. Whatever she wants, you should give it to her!"
I found it absurd. I was supposed to be their family.
She was nothing but a cuckoo in my nest.
When I finally decided to walk away from all of them, they regretted their actions.