Have I told you why I got divorced?
You see, I never believed in divorce. I swore it wouldn't happen to me. I thought my story will be different.
Before you condemn and judge me, listen to my story.
He was the man of my dreams, only because that dream was malaria induced.
He had six packs, not on his abdomen - who dash monkey banana. I mean whenever we went to a occasion, he got 6 packs of party jellof.
He was tall, dark and handsome - I wish!.
Dear marriage counselor, I didn't end our marriage, Peter did.
I don't know what he has against cakes. After all, he knew about my love for chocolate cake before he asked me out!
In the course of this session, dear Marriage counselor, you will hear many things from him, I implore you to take them with a pinch of salt. He is a compulsive liar. If he greets you in the morning, check your watch to confirm.
Fiction