some mornings I wonder if I should have married at all

Nothing is wrong oo. That is the strange part. She is fine. The kid is fine. Nobody is sick. Nobody is shouting. Sunday we had jollof sef, the Basmati kind my mother-in-law makes, and it was good. but I sat there thinkin I should not have done this. I have been carrying it for a while now. Since my father passed, maybe longer. Hard to say. There are mornings I am out the door at 6am for my shift and I pass the mirror in the hallway and I think, who is that, what is his life. I do not say this to my wife. How do you say it. She would hear it as I do not love her and that is not what it is. Or maybe it is part of what it is. I genuinely do not even know. I am not unhappy exactly.

Posted 27 May