I Slept With a Snake Every Night, My Rich Husband Betrayed Me
I never thought I would tell this story out loud, but silence became heavier than shame, so here I am. I married a rich man, and from the outside my life looked perfect. People called me lucky, they admired the house, the comfort, the smooth life money can buy. They did not see what happened behind closed doors.
Every night I slept beside my husband, and every night I slept with a snake. You might think I’m referring to his character when I say I slept next to a snake,a man who was cold, quiet, and dangerous in ways I did not understand at first. He smiled in public, held my hand in front of people, and played the role of a perfect husband so well that even I believed it for a long time.
Well I mean a literal snake. He would share a bed with me and not touch me at all and he would also get very aggressive when I tried to touch him. There were special nights “as he called them” where he would want to be all touchy touchy.
On those nights he would be extremely nice from the minute he enters the house. He would buy me gifts, romance me and just be extremely weirdly nice. When it’s bed time he would ask me to bath without soap and say because he wants my natural smell.
He would light black candles and claim that it’s how he expresses his romantic side. I was a starved wife so I agreed to everything because those were very rare nights. But my worry was that every time after taking the soap less bath then I would fall asleep instantly and not remember anything there after.
I would wake up the next morning with a painful woman hood and he would simply give me a bag full of money and say thank you for last night,you were great. Then the next day I would start bleeding with severe pains. I literally wouldn’t be able to move for a period of 7 days.
In those seven days he wouldn’t be home. He wouldn’t come back no matter how many times I’d tell him how sick I was, he would avoid me by all means necessary. When the bleeding stopped he would then come back home moody and cold towards me.
In the beginning, he was warm and attentive, and I felt chosen. Slowly, things changed without any clear reason. He worked late, traveled often, and always kept his phone turned away from me like it held secrets that could burn my eyes. When I asked simple questions, he made me feel foolish.
When I asked serious ones, he made me feel guilty. I learned to stay quiet because silence kept the peace, or so I thought. Money spoke louder than emotions in our home, and I began to feel like I was living in comfort but starving inside. Love should not feel lonely, yet I had never felt more alone than lying next to my own husband.
The one topic he hated having with me was having kids.
He made it very clear that he didn’t want any kids, until I later found out that he had a family of his own on the side. He has five kids and a wife he loves dearly. He kept all that away from me because he married me for my womb and nothing else and the wife was aware of all this.
I found out all this when I went to a certain South African church. A very big and famous church, they revealed all the secrets and I was left in awe. I was told I no longer had a womb because it was used to feed a snake. When I went back home I had to go to a gynaecologist to confirm what the church said about not having a womb.
It was confirmed and they said it was a very rare case. I confronted him and all he asked was so there is no longer a womb? When I said yes, he said he could not be married to a man.
The truth did not come with shouting or drama. It came quietly, the way betrayal often does. A message. A name I did not recognize. Words that were never meant for me but destroyed me anyway. In that moment, something inside me went numb. I realized he had been betraying me not by accident, not once, but carefully and repeatedly.
That night, he slept peacefully beside me while I stared into the darkness, feeling like a stranger in my own life. That was when I understood that I had been sharing my bed with someone who had no care for my heart, only for his image, his money, and his control and my womb!
I stayed longer than I should have because comfort can be a prison and fear can pretend to be wisdom. But betrayal opens your eyes in a way nothing else can. It strips away excuses and forces you to see the truth clearly. This is not a story about revenge or anger, it is a confession about waking up. Rich does not mean loyal or real, marriage does not always mean safety, and love should never feel like poison in your veins.
If you are reading this and you feel alone even when someone is lying next to you, listen to that quiet pain. Sometimes the snake is already in your bed, and the bravest thing you can do is choose yourself. Even when you won’t see the snake with your naked eye just know that it does exist.
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