Kenya, July 14 -- I used to make people jealous. "Wife of a godly man? You're really fortunate!They would say that. I nodded, grinned, and pretended to be the ideal pastor's wife.They were unaware that behind closed doors. I was married to a man who silently burnt his family while preaching with fire. He was cherished at church. Loved. For prayers, everyone knelt before him.
He performed deliverances, prophesied, and laid hands. At his altar, ladies cried.However, in our home? He didn't say much to us. As if we didn't exist, he would enter, shut doors, dine in quiet, and browse through his phone. He would yell if the food arrived late. He would refer to the baby's crying as a "demonic distraction". I was a punching bag, not a wife. Not with fists, but with spiritual deceit, humiliation, and coldness. I once attempted to bring it up with him. To read more click here.
Published by HT Digital Content Services with permission from Bana Kenya.