I’m not a very good writer, so I may find it difficult to give every detail of what happened. I know you guys have an editor that could help to touch one or two things to make my confession readable as I want to get responses as to how to go about this problem.
It’s a big problem because each time I’m in the house and in the loneliness of my heart, I hear my baby’s voice- her last cry reechoes. But it was already very late when I returned to the bathroom. My baby was already drowned….It’s difficult and hard to believe that my own child could slip off my fingers due to my own carelessness and irresponsibility. I can’t stop hearing that last moment, that last cry from my lovely baby.
This incident happened few months ago. I had left my baby in the bath when someone knocked at the door. I had thought it was my neighbour ( Mrs……) I quickly rushed to open the door, hoping to return in a jiffy to conclude bathing my child. Alas, it was my neighbour’s husband, (Mr…….)
I allowed him to come in, hoping to get his message and then rush back to the bathroom. But by the time he got in, he stared continuously at me. It was such a lustful stare. I was uncomfortable. Then I said ‘’ I hope no problem.’’ Realizing himself, he said there was no problem, but that he was on leave and decided to check on my husband. I told him that he wasn’t expecting my husband to have been home at that time. As we were talking, he grabbed my boobs, and I shouted “Jesus! Married woman? Is that why you are here? My baby is in the bathroom, and I need to get back. God! Get out! Get out! This was on top of my voice. And then he smiled. Suddenly, he removed his trousers and became naked. Mr D was a devil because how he knew that I fall easily to naked men was a mystery. Then, he grabbed my boobs for the second time. I just couldn’t resist this time around. And we had only 10 minutes sex.
After that episode, you can’t believe how I hated myself and Mr. D. I remembered baby was still in the bathroom, but by the time I opened the door, he was already downed. He was only able to cry once while I was trying to revive her, and that was the last moment I had with him, as all other efforts to resuscitate him failed. Baby died, and I didn’t even see the devil in the parlour when I returned with a kitchen knife. He was already gone, only to return with others after I started wailing, pretending not to have known what happened. I lied to husband. I didn’t tell him the exact truth, and I have continued to live with him. I told him baby had cold and before I could rush him to the hospital, he gave up.
We have continued to live together- peacefully, but my conscience pricks me all the time. I want to open up to him, and then we can mobilize against Mr. D. However, my fear is that I may lose everything if I tell him. I know his temperament. DAILY POST, please publish this as I believe someone will help me out of this impasse.
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