There is so much secrecy, bottled feelings and unsaid things in this institution called marriage. Women have kept so much unto themselves that they have never shared, discussed, or even told their husbands about.
The reverse of the secrecy is true for men, who are merchants of lies and back-pocketers. At times, women get to know the kind of person their husbands are posthumously.
Now, the imbalance of this paradoxical kind of life makes the very union fallacious, wondering why people ain’t just keeping to themselves ngoba bayayengana lamshadweni, nguloyo naloyo inhlitiyo yakhe ayiyitekeli liciniso yalolomunye. These are souls who are expected to be tussling over and under a blanket always and feel each other’s heartbeats as husband and wife.
Whilst you are married, you have a husband who has lied to you incessantly and is purporting to love you, and a wife who has an underlying secret you will never know whilst she leaves.
That said, Scales can bet you a dime, some of the things your wife never tells you about are what she fears might break you. No matter how strong, physically, mentally, or emotionally, everyone has a soft spot and can break without recovering should they be touched there.
What she has battled to keep with her so far is that knowing you all this time, you will never survive this piece of information, ayekele kanjalo, at times just to keep the marriage intact or for the sake of her children as women would almost enthuse nasekulukhuni emendvweni.
Men have never suspected this, let alone known they stand on the verge of personal collapse if the woman were to tell him what could break his heart.
Two brothers, Societal Scales has this narration, were walking together in town when they bumped into a beautiful woman who also captured these two physical studs almost identically.
The younger brother approached her and incessantly asked for her contacts. After a thorough and vigorous pursuance in courtship, she eventually agreed to date him.
Trouble began when the affair matured and she met his people. This time the brother was there, and her heart melted towards him. This culture and any other formation condemn it as a taboo to jump from one brother’s bed to the other.
That she knew and her soul burnt mercilessly for a desire so near yet so far. Her boyfriend, the younger brother, had everything any woman would want from a man—yet she deeply felt and loved the elder brother.
When she got to see the guy’s people and met this guy, she knew she didn’t really love lowakhe umshimane. It transpires that the brothers were even close and shared a strong bond.
In preparation for their lobola ceremony later, the elder brother excelled in his part to ensure everything went smoothly. Each time she saw both guys close and consulting, she knew she couldn’t cross the line, at least not physically or sexually between the siblings.
Several years later, after marriage, she couldn’t bring herself to tell her husband she loved his brother, hhayi yena, for she knew it would break his heart. She stood on no solid ground to tell her husband she loved another man, even if same was his blood brother.
She suffered with these feelings for the longest of time, and the situation was saved by the fact lomkhula wakhe abete emehlo enkhabunkhamu kulomkhula wakhe. He was ever giving her his utmost reverence njengemlobokati wakaSukati.
Women can be so neat with their shenanigans that their husbands may never get to suspect a bit she is ever out in the woods for some sexual mischief.
She may have a child with another man, and the husband will never get to know, interrogate, or even punish her for that. His wife has always known that this child isn’t his, yet she has kept quiet about it.
Of course, conventional logic would dictate she withholds such sensitive and truthful information for personal security reasons. Partly, but largely because she knows that the information can devastate babe waGugu to pieces.
They have discussed with her husband kwalaNkhambule and how her husband has been a fool all along. She has heard him boasting and doting on this very child, ngeke nje asalokotse kutsi lomntfwana lo akasuye wakhe, waMacembeni Mdluli, lomlimisi wemango.
The strength of a man oftentimes lies in his ego, and if same is shattered, he may never recover and can even be suicidal. Married women know where their husbands are weak, for they would have spent quality time analysing their character. She will never rest until she knows where the man is weakest.
Given an opportunity, she would manipulate and control the man from that angle. In her worst element, when she feels she has nothing to lose, even if the man were to jilt, utamtjela lentfo letamephula inhlitiyo.
Whilst you are married to that woman and she hasn’t yet said anything that would break your heart, she still values you as a husband or the convenience that comes with being married to you. In a proper scale of balance, umfati wakho has this thing langatsi nakutjela yona, your life at least with her can never be the same.
Here is a woman who loves her husband with all her might, and not in the tiniest of thoughts will she ever want to leave. She has, however, this thing bothering her that she cannot be expressive about in fear it shall dent his ego and destroy him absolutely.
Mphefumuli Matsebula was a man of many virtues and concealed vices. He has strengths in many admirable areas, both as a person and a husband he was respected by all. His wife LaZwane appreciated all that, yet she knew performance in bed was his weakest area.
For all the years they were married, babatala nebantfwana had never crossed her mind to cheat on him, yet she was never sexually satisfied. She could tell his inability was not a result of cheating abetsambile nje kulolohlangotsi lwemshado. At times, she accepted her fate, yet some days her body would burn and give her sleepless nights abe alele uMkholo.
This day in her workplace, they welcomed a man recommended for a senior position, and she was to report to the guy. Naturally, they spent time together.
When they both couldn’t hold back, they indulged in illicit sex and the woman got what she had always been wanting in her marriage—her husband was improvident of.
Even when the latter suspected she was cheating and asked what she lacked in the house and subsequently kulomshado, she didn’t muster enough courage that his fire has little flickers, and it never gives her room real heat. She vehemently refuted the allegations she was cheating on him.
She knew alluding her unbecoming behavior to lack of passion in the bedroom would kill him considering all his other sacrifices as a husband. That she is quiet doesn’t signify she is innocent or happy about everything, but only protecting you from hard core and bitter truths your gut cannot stomach!
