Kitchen Confessions: When I Caught My Husband Kissing His Own Mother

 

I was just standing there in the kitchen, holding my breath, frozen.
My hands were shaking. My heart was thumping so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Because outside—through the small space of the curtain—I saw something I can never unsee:
My mother-in-law kissing my husband.

Yes. You read that right. My husband’s own mother.
And it wasn’t a normal peck.
It was romantic. Deep. Slow. Wrong.

For a minute I thought maybe I was dreaming. I even rubbed my eyes.
But when I heard her whisper, “Usijali baby, atakufa tu,”
—that’s when I knew this was something dark. Something beyond the natural.

I locked myself in the kitchen and cried like a child.
My mind was going crazy.
“How? Why? What is this ÑOW?!”

The next day, I called my sister and told her what I had seen.
She didn’t even act surprised.
She just asked, “Ushaongea na Dr Bokko?”
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