It was years ago since Michael and I developed what seemed to me a perfect relationship. We were
young, in fact very young, but we were in love. We never attended the same school but we knew that
we could count on each others' trust.
Years went by and the bond we developed gained strength at the conclusion of each year. It started as
a secret relationship. I guess everybody else was doing the same. We didn't want anyone to know,
especially my parents. The reason was obvious - I wasn't sure whether my parents would accept
Michael. I am sure that Michael’s parents knew of our friendship, but that didn’t bother me.
Four years of solid relationship to me was too long but we took the relationship on a cool note. We
never at any stage found it necessary to talk about marriage. Michael and I avoided developirrg
relationships with anyone else despite temptations.
It was in the fourth year of our relationship that I realised something terrible was going to happen
Somehow Michael heard false news that I was going around with another boy. I hoped that Michael
wouldn’t believe the story. However, I received a letter from him that got me worried. The tone of
the letter did not read like it came from him. I felt guilty and ashamed. Before I could even reply, I
received another letter from him. I was anxious to find out what the message was. The letter was not
as lengthy as the previous one. It shocked me to realize that he returned all my photographs! The
message was simple. I never heard from him again. A couple of years later I got married to my next
boyfriend. My close friends told me that I made a mistake to get married so quickly.
To this date my marriage has been terrible. My husband is never around. I have been left to take care
of the children as a single mother. He sends us money from time to time but I don't need his money
as much as I want him around to share the day to day family responsibilities. I suspect him of having
an affair with another woman but I can't prove him guilty. He always acts innocently when he comes
around once in a while. As much as I don't want to share my bed, he is my husband and I have no
Memories of the past have surfaced over the last couple of years. Seeing Michael drive around brings
back old memories. I will be living on past memories and dreams for years to come. Thoughts of
adultery are an unforgivable temptation when I recall the resurfacing of the deep love I had for
Michael. When times are bad I drop tears. I wish I didn't rush in my decision to get married, but I
know that Michael will come to my assistance one day.
Reflecting on the problems that I have experienced in life, I would strongly recommend that young
people are advised to develop a responsible attitude. Only then will they be able to avoid the
consequences of an early marriage. I haven’t enjoyed my life, neither will they should they decide to
take the same course of action as I did.