I made a mistake, and all through my life I know I will be paying for it; I never saw it coming, but it happened anyway.
I was once blessed with a good woman; she was everything I ever wanted, but I messed things up.
I was so foolish to think that she will never leave me, but it happened and I didn’t know what I lost until I couldn’t find anyone who was able to put up with me like she did.
Her kind was rare, she never nagged at me or raised her voice at me; she always had this peaceful aura around her and she felt like home.
Days I could come back home drunk she always cleaned me up, and never for once called me names for my wrongdoings. She always tried approaching me calmly, but I was always fast enough to shut her up.
I started cheating on her, bringing different women to our matrimonial home; she never for once yelled at me or started a fight with different women I brought into our home.
I never gave her a chance to talk to me, I always walked out on her or give her cold stares that would make her heartache.
She never stopped cooking or taking care of the home. I knew I had done the worst when I had an affair with her best friend.
I came back and met an empty home; she was gone; I felt relieved to an extent at least I was free; I just had to sign the divorce papers, because she already did.
I continued with my promiscuous ways hoping to find my match, along the way I met my ex-wife. She was daring and that was the kind of woman I wanted; we got married a few weeks later and that was the beginning of my unending pain.
She was the opposite of my first wife, she never cooks or cleans the house, she never brought up business ideas, but is good at squandering my money. She almost took my life when she caught me cheating.
I regretted losing a true woman because of my carelessness; I was thinking life could give me another good woman.
