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My eyes are sore. Tears have been streaming down my face since the early hours of this morning. At 5:15 am, I lost my baby boy. He wasn’t sick. His little heart just stopped beating, leaving a void in my heart that feels impossible to fill.

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My eyes are sore. Tears have been streaming down my face since the early hours of this morning. At 5:15 am, I lost my baby boy. He wasn’t sick. His little heart just stopped beating, leaving a void in my heart that feels impossible to fill. We were supposed to be discharged today. After nine months of anticipation, after nine months of stress and waiting, I find myself grappling with a pain I never imagined.

I can’t even begin to express the depth of this sorrow. For six long years, I prayed and hoped for this blessing. Every day felt like a test of endurance, every setback a blow to my spirit. And yet, through it all, I held onto faith, believing that one day, I would hold my precious child in my arms.

Now, as I sit here, surrounded by the remnants of a dream shattered, I find myself questioning everything. Why did this happen? What did I do wrong? Is there any meaning to this pain? The answers elude me, lost in the endless maze of grief that now consumes me.

But amidst the darkness, there is a flicker of light. It’s the memory of those precious moments I shared with my baby, however fleeting they may have been. It’s the overwhelming love that still courses through my veins, binding me to him even in death. And it’s the realization that though he may no longer be with me physically, his spirit will forever be a part of me.

In the days and weeks to come, I know the road ahead will be difficult. There will be moments when the pain threatens to consume me, moments when I feel like I can’t go on. But I also know that I am not alone. I have friends and family who love me, who are ready to lend a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold.

And above all, I have hope. Hope that one day, the pain will ease, that the tears will stop, and that I will find peace once more. Until then, I will hold onto the memories of my sweet baby boy, cherishing every moment we shared and honoring his legacy in whatever way I can.

To all those who have experienced loss, know that you are not alone. Your pain is valid, your grief is real, and there is healing to be found in the arms of those who love you. May we find solace in each other’s stories, strength in each other’s presence, and hope in each other’s hearts.

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MY HUSBAND HAS NEVER MADE LOVE TO ME IN OUR 1 YEAR OF MARRIAGE

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I am 27 years old. And I got married to my husband who is 34 last year and it was a marriage I prayed for to happen because I love him.

Dee loves me too and he sacrificed a lot for my happiness when we were dating. He is a church guy, that’s why I agreed to marry him. We practiced no sex before marriage. He joined our church and we met and liked each other. Our pastor blessed the marriage. On the night of our wedding, I was all ready for my husband to touch him. He told me to relax. I went to bed with my phone trying to reply to messages as I waited for him. As I was pressing my phone, I heard my husband moaning like one who was making out. He was sitting on the couch watching a movie on his laptop. I looked in his direction so I could know what was happening. I found out my husband was masturbating. I went closer to his position and he was watching porn, gay porn.

I was shocked but I didn’t make him feel like it was bad. I jokingly told him that he should focus on me but he rejected my advances and that felt like the beginning of the end for our marriage. After 3 weeks in  I asked him what the problem is, my husband said he enjoys watching porn more than making love to a woman. I asked him why he married me and he said “So the world won’t question his sexuality.” My husband opened up to me that he has never made love to any woman in his life and he would rather be with a man but was too afraid to make that move so he reverts to porn instead.

I became speechless and weak. One day, he went out and bought me toys to use on myself whenever I needed someone inside me, or I could go outside and get to from one particular guy. He promised to pay me a huge monthly allowance which he has begun in exchange for my silence or if I defy him he will ruin me and my family.

The thing is because Dee is very wealthy he took care of not only me during courtship by my entire family, established a business for my parents, put my siblings in very good and expensive schools, and upgraded our entire lives including our family home.

The thought of paying him back financially is not even possible as we can’t afford it as a family. It’s been a year and I am suffering as I feel too guilty to cheat as well and can’t leave because my family is so stuck in a sexless marriage.

It’s so bad people have begun to notice I’m unhappy and keep asking me but I am trying to protect the image of my husband. I am craving intimacy but afraid of going outside of my marriage even though my husband has given me permission, as well I’m unable to leave at least not yet, what can I do? How can I survive?

Please what should I do?much pain  in my heart

Hmmmmm  this one choke

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Meet my great, great grandpa, he just turned 190 years-old. Grandpa doesn’t speak, he has memory lost

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We only bring him out for fresh air & sunlight. Really been a blessing for us all his great grand children in the family to still be having him & even his wife who happens to be 163 years still alive as well.

The prayer of every parent is to live long to see their children’s children my great grandpa is one of the few whom have achieved that. We thank God for his life..

A very Happy Birthday to you Grandpa Joseph”

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‘Aunt, I’m asking for help. ‘Aunty, please help me. It’s not money that I want; I just need you to buy me exercise books for school – 12-year-old boy named Ernest Make a Viral Headline Request

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“I met a 12-year-old boy named Ernest who approached me and said, ‘Aunt, I’m asking for help.’ Initially, I hesitated and ignored him, but he persisted, saying, ‘Aunty, please help me. It’s not money that I want; I just need you to buy me exercise books for school.’ He explained that he lives with his grandmother and younger brother, and his grandmother’s legs are swollen to the extent that she cannot walk. He told me he attends a small community primary school and has no one to provide him with books, although he already has a uniform and shoes from the earnings of the odd jobs he’s been doing.

We went to a shop in the market, and I bought 10 exercise books for him. The boy was overjoyed and said, ‘Aunty, they’ll last me the whole year until I write my final exams.’ He shared that his grandmother used to sell vegetables to support him and his brother, but her swelling legs prevent her from continuing, leaving him with no choice but to walk to town every day to seek help or find work if available to earn money for food.

His eloquence and the details he shared in such a short time amazed me.

Please, let’s not ignore those who ask for help, as some truly need it. I’m glad I could extend a helping hand to this little boy in the best way I could.”

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