It was a fairly new marriage of two years with no children.
As expected, the wife frantically reached out to his friends and family to help talk to him to return.
So when I got news of it, I reached out to my friend and asked for his address.
I expected resistance, but he very quickly gave it to me. I got a big loaf of bread and headed out to meet with him.
I got to the apartment and first thing I did was look around, it was relatively empty, just a small bed, no chairs no items, not even cooking utensils.
So I could easily tell he wasn't planning on staying for long. So I calmed down small.
I asked him if his wife cheated on him.
He said No.
I asked if she was verbally abusive.
He said No.
I asked if she was denying him sex.
He said No
Then if not those three, what could have happened.
Oga told me that ever since he married her, he had not made one single big purchase.
That each time they agreed on a budget and an item and started saving, she would touch the savings by buying impulsive and unnecessary things.
Anything she saw on Instagram, she wanted to get.... And not only that, that she was still in competition with her single friends.
That he's tired and that each time he complained she would make it look like he's nagging.
Omor once I heard like that.
I decided that the matter was bigger than me.
That kind of problem is for people that have been marriage for like thirty years.
Not a single unmarried Pringle like me with zero experience.
So I concentrated and ate the bread I brought.
Then stylishly switched the conversation to PSG vrs Arsenals
After all the banter I then carried my two left legs and left. If he likes, he returns to his wife, if he does not like, he should forget. No be me send am to marry Instagram baddie
