THERE ARE SOME sayings that we use on other people but never think that they would ever apply to us.
Things like “never say never” and “what ain’t catch you ain’t pass you yet” are the two that come to mind as they apply to my situation.
You see, I was never unfaithful to any man in my life and if anyone told me that I could be to my husband, whom I worship, I would tell them they’re crazy.
But that was exactly what happened.
It all started when my husband went to work overseas. At nights I would be home by myself, and I felt very lonely. To ease this loneliness, I began talking to a young man.
It was innocent enough because not only was he younger than me, but we also went to church together, and he had a girlfriend whom he planned to marry. So there was nothing untoward in our friendship.
But after a while we did more than talk.
He would leave his girlfriend at night and would come and stay with me, leaving just before sunrise so nobody would see him. This went on for some time, and it so happened that I became pregnant for him. I had to have an abortion.
One thing I have to say is that he stood by me all the way.
Well, after a while, my husband came home, so my friend stayed away. I would call him, but he never called me. My husband stayed for a year. During that time I did not get pregnant. We talked about starting a family and so we both went to the doctor.
The results? They showed that he could not have children. I don’t know if we were both in denial, but I hid the results from him and he never asked about them.
Soon after, he left to work abroad again. My friend started coming around once more and I told him everything. A few weeks later, I was pregnant again.
This time I wrote my husband and told him we were going to have our first baby. He was so happy! He called me and said he was praying for a boy.
During all this, he never asked me about the results of the test and I did not volunteer them. Neither did I go back to the same doctor.
My husband came home just in time for the birth and lucky for me – it was a baby girl.
Understandably, my friend was very hurt about the whole matter because he could not be with me. He got married just after that and I was happy for him. I had to thank God that my daughter looked like me.
Well, my husband came home again with his hard-earned money and was able to stay home for good. I was no longer lonely and our family life chugged along quite peacefully until about a year-and-a-half later when my husband said he would try for a boy.
The fertility test results I had hidden from him those years earlier kept nagging away at my mind. My old lover had moved on, and the only man in my life was my husband – whom I loved, despite my infidelity. I knew it would not be long before he started questioning why I was not getting pregnant a second time after producing a beautiful little girl the first time. How long would it be before he remembered those damn test results?
Believe me when I say I have never prayed so hard to God before. That was a few years ago and today I can say I believe in the miraculous power of prayer. I have a baby son and my husband is the father! Don’t ask me how.
The night when I came home from the hospital, I went into my dresser drawer and found the results of that test from before and burnt the paper.
What a relief it was to hear my husband say that with the birth of the boy, our family was complete and that he did not want any more children!
I thank God for my family, and that he forgave me for the terrible lie I was living with. I’m living my second chance for all it’s worth.
