Nobody forced me to get married to Peterson. If I was to get married again I would still marry him.
Allow me to confirm whether he is asleep before I narrate my story because I don't want to lose him to a city girl. Peterson means the world to me. I have tried to live with this secret but it keeps haunting me.
Four years ago, Kevin his little brother moved into our home. He had just completed his college education. This young man got swag. I used to stare at him and wish that one day he tells me am beautiful.
Being hard working, brilliant and charismatic, the father to my children got a scholarship to pursue a Masters degree in South Africa. I could not imagine a single night without him.
I wanted to go with him but it was too expensive. I remember crying as I took him to the airport. The first week after he left I was okay but as days passed I became uncomfortable sleeping alone since my two daughters were in a boarding school.
One night I walked into Kevin's bedroom to ask him to replace my lights. I found him with beer. I had never tasted beer but it appeared this was the day to end "my alcoholic virginity”.
After sipping three glasses of the drink, I literally dragged him into my bedroom. The next thing I remember is waking up with my clothes scattered all over the floor.
Today, my husband came back unexpected and I had plans of having the last crazy night.