I never knew a forgotten anniversary could slap harder than betrayal until I saw the look on his face when he realized he had forgotten. Blank. Confused. Like a man who’s just seen a pregnancy test and isn’t sure who the father is.
Our seventh anniversary came like any other day. I woke up early. Made breakfast with extra love. Even wore his favourite leggings, the ones he says distract him from TV. But he didn’t notice. Not even a side smile. I waited. And waited. Until I finally said, “Babe, do you know what today is?”
He blinked. Then said, “Tuesday?”
I nearly threw the tea thermos at him.
But I swallowed the rage and said nothing. Until, later that night, as he took a shower, his phone buzzed on the table. Now, I’m not one to snoop. But the spirit led me. And there it was. A message to his ex.
“Aki wewe ni yule dem wa dreams zangu.”
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