“WOMEN ARE WICKED, MY WIFE ABANDONED ME BCOS I GOT CANCER- DEPRESSED MAN SHARES

In the early years of our marriage, my wife was everything I thought love was meant to be, gentle, caring, and full of warmth. She would wake me up with a smile, iron my clothes before work, and always call to check if I had eaten. Sometimes, she would surprise me at the office with lunch, saying she couldn’t bear to think of me eating cold food. I felt lucky, like I had found someone who would stand by me through anything.

We didn’t have much, but we had peace. Our little apartment was filled with laughter, prayers, and dreams. She often said, No matter what life brings, we will face it together and I held on to that promise.

Then, one rainy evening, everything changed. It started as ordinary tiredness. I thought it was just stress from work, the long hours, the skipped meals. But then came the pain. A dull, sharp ache under my ribs. I would wake up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, gasping for breath. My wife would hand me water and pat my back, but her eyes looked worried.

After weeks of pretending to be fine, she convinced me to go to the hospital. I remember sitting in the waiting room, praying it was something small, maybe malaria, ulcer, or even typhoid. But the tests came back, and the doctor’s face told me it was more than that.

“Mr. Ade” he said softly, we found malignant cells in your liver. It is stage four liver cancer.

I froze. My mind went blank. The room felt like it was spinning. I remember forcing a smile and asking if it was treatable, but the doctor only sighed. We will do our best.

When I got home and told my wife ,She sat beside me on the couch as I broke the news. At first, she was quiet. Too quiet. Then she sighed and said,Ha, this kind of thing, ehn, I don’t even know if I can cope. I thought it was shock talking. I told myself she would come around.

But she didn’t. She started pulling away, slowly at first. No more laughter, no more warmth. The woman who once held me close now couldn’t even look me in the eyes. When I started my first round of treatment, she didn’t come along. She said hospitals made her uncomfortable.

A week later, I came home to half empty wardrobes. Her clothes, her shoes were gone. She left a short note on the table“I can’t do this. I have my own problems. I can’t start taking care of a sick husband.” That note broke me more than the cancer ever could.

The nights after that were the loneliest of my life. I would wake up sweating, shivering, reaching for her side of the bed, only to touch nothing but air. The silence in the room was so loud it felt like it was screaming at me.

Now, I face every hospital visit alone. The chemo burns, the long night’s, but I have learned something, strength doesn’t always come from the people we love. Sometimes, it is born out of being left behind.