Can I Ever forgive My Late Wife Who Deceived Me? – Please Read & Advice May the soul of Judy my late wife rest in peace despite the shocking revelation that came to the open at her grave side. But I don’t know if I can ever forgive her for this great deception for over 20 years. Judy was a woman I loved so much even in death but I don’t know if I can truly forgive her for this great deception for the 22 years we were married before the wicked hands of death snatched her away from us after about two months of being sick. Even if she had confessed to me on her sick bed, I would have forgiven her but she hid this secret from me and took it to her grave, leaving me to wonder the kind of woman she truly was. “Hmmm, I thought we were open to each other,” I murmured. I am still so pained and confused. I didn’t just deserve what Judy did to me. How would you feel if you were to find out at the grave side of your wife that the person you had lived with for 22 years was not who she had claimed to be? More painful, the two children who she brought into your home when they were just kids and introduced as her nephew and niece are actually her children? What other secrets could she have taken to her grave that will affect me and my three sons in future? The first time I met Judy was at my friend’s traditional wedding several years ago. What attracted me to her was her personality. I watched her as she served guests with so much passion and dedication. I couldn’t help but introduce myself to her. “Hello, gorgeous, I just love the way you serve the guests. By the way, my name is Blaze. What is yours?” She answered, “My name is Judy and I am at your service.” We became friends from that day. Judy is so caring and she has a heart of gold. However, about a year later we got married. I loved her so much, she was my world and my family adored her as well. About four months after we got married, Judy pleaded with me to allow her bring into our home her late sister’s children which I felt was too early since our marriage was only four months old yet I gladly accepted because I didn’t want her to feel bad. “Darling please I need to discuss something serious with you and I want you to listen,” she pleaded. “What is the matter sweetheart? ”I asked. “I am thinking of bringing my late elder sister’s children to come and live with us. We actually met about nine months after her death.” she disclosed. “What about their father?” I questioned. “Well, he too is dead. My late sister and I were very close and she made me promise on her dying bed that I will take care of my nephew, David, and niece, Rose, if anything happened to her. Please honey, help me fulfill my promise to her. I love them so much as if they were my own children,” Judy pleaded. Just because I loved her so much, I told her to bring them home so that we could live as a family. At that time, David was seven years old while Rose was five and they both called Judy ‘aunty’. I accepted and treated them as if they were my own children. I trained them through school along with our three sons. Whatever I do for my sons who are like their younger ones, I also do for them. In fact, they grew up as siblings without any form of discrimination. Even when Judy’s family visited us, they always thanked me for taking good care of their late sister’s children but I didn’t know I was being deceived. However, I simply told them to thank my wife, Judy, because of the love she had for them as if they were her biological children. We were so happy together until Judy died and I felt my whole life had crumbled before me. Our first child was 21 years old while the last son just clocked 15 years when she died. Her family members and I didn’t waste time in making arrangements for her burial as soon as possible. Two weeks later, a date was set for the wake and burial and I wished that it was all a dream as I still refused to accept that the love of my life was truly dead. As expected, my three sons and I as well as David and Rose wore the same outfit since I considered them my children after all these years. However, I got the most shocking and embarrassing moment of my life at Judy’s grave side. After all the normal ceremony, the pastor asked me and my sons to pay our last respects to her, as her husband and children. I took sand with the shovel and poured it into her grave with a grieving heart. Slowly, I passed the shovel to Junior, our first son, when Judy’s immediate younger brother, Joe, who was standing close by whispered into my ears, “No, Junior is not next. David should pay his last respects to Judy before Junior.” I looked at him and said gently, “David is not my first son even though he lived with us. I am sorry.” Then her uncle Ben also whispered into my ears, “You are wrong in-law, David is Judy’s first born and son so he has to pay his last respects to his mother first before her other children.” Shocked, I asked, “How can that be? David is her late sister’s son.” At this point, people were beginning to wonder what the matter was and even though I couldn’t believe my ears, I also didn’t want to cause a scene, so I allowed David first, followed by my sons. “God, please if this is a dream, I want to wake up,” I murmured. I was restless from that point because I couldn’t believe that David was actually Judy’s child. I couldn’t think straight any longer as all I wanted was to know the whole truth. My sons were also as shocked as I was but they kept quiet. By the time all was said and done at the grave side, I walked straight to meet Judy’s uncle, Ben and brother, Joe and demanded that they told me the truth; at least they owed me that. “Good afternoon, what kind of pranks did you people play on me and my children? Please I need to know the whole truth if it is really true,” I stressed. “Blaze my in-law, I promise to come over to your house this evening so that we could talk,” Uncle Ben promised. When we got home, I called David into my bedroom and asked him who their parents were. “David, I have always regarded and loved you and Rose as my children. But I want you to tell me if you ever knew Judy was your mother,” I asked. “Uncle, the truth is that we know. Rose and I are your wife’s biological children. But mummy ordered us right from when we were kids never to call her mummy. She said we should call her aunty when we come to live with you and we simply obeyed,” David revealed. “Alright, so do you know who your father is?” I questioned. “Mummy told us that he died in a car accident,” he disclosed. A few hours later, Uncle Ben came to see me as promised. Then he narrated what happened and why Judy had to deceive me. “Blaze, Judy didn’t mean to deceive you; in fact she regretted deceiving you, that I know. When Judy was in the village, she got married and had David but her husband died mysteriously. When he was two years old, she had a boyfriend who got her pregnant but denied her and left the village without telling anybody, and we have not seen or heard from him since then. She gave birth to Rose and then I decided that she come to Lagos and start her life afresh. Later, she met Leo who loved and adored her. He wanted to marry her but when she told him that she already had two children; he dumped her with the excuse that he could not marry a woman who had a child much less two children. That disappointment made her vow never to tell any other man that she had children. Instead, she passed them off as her late sister’s children. You may want to ask why we all kept quiet in the family despite how nice you had been to the family right? She made us promise that we would not divulge her deepest secret. However, I expected that she would have told you after all these years after all we all know how much you love David and Rose. I am sorry that you had to find out like that and at her grave side,” he revealed. I wept because I was really pained and deceived. “How could she have kept something like this from me? I don’t deserve it. I truly loved Judy, for this reason if she had told me she had children, that would not have stopped me from marrying her. See how my first son, Junior, was humiliated. The children who I thought were her nephew and niece are actually her children,” I said. No doubt, I loved Judy even though she is dead and buried, can I ever forgive her for deceiving me and our three sons? It is so hurting I must confess.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 04:13:45 +0000
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