My wife hates my friend. Not just dislike. She hates him with a passion, and that is the simplest way I can put it. She smiles with all my other friends, but when it comes to Ken, she does not even want to see him around me.
Before I got married, I took her to meet Ken, one of my closest friends. After we left, he called me and made a comment. I laughed and paid no attention to it because Ken is that kind of man. You do not take his words too seriously.
He said, “A man should marry a beautiful woman so his children will be good-looking.” I ignored it because I knew what I wanted and what I saw in her.
I do not know who told my wife, but she later found out. Since then, she has held on to it and built a strong dislike for him.
On our wedding day, Ken was the only one among those I invited who showed up. In our tradition, both families must have spokespersons before the marriage can take place. At the last minute, my family’s representative failed to appear without notice. Ken stepped in and handled the role so well. If not for him, I would have been completely disgraced. In some way, I feel indebted to him.
They exchanged greetings and pleasantries during the wedding, but when we returned home, it turned into a full lecture. She told me I should stop hanging out with Ken. When I asked her why, she told me to think about it and see things from her point of view.
I am a teacher. I was posted to a village school in the Eastern Region in 2010. Two years later, three young male teachers joined the school. The four of us became very close because we lived in the same village and shared everything.
After six years, I moved to the district capital. Two of my colleagues were also transferred, so we moved together. I worked in the same school with one of them, and because of our shared history, I became especially close to Ken.
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