My dad passed away suddenly a few months before my husband and I started courting. Twelve months later, I walked down the aisle and became Mrs Otiende.
I was well prepared for marriage by my mentors, as well as any single girl can be prepared anyway.
But I did know how much my life before marriage, specifically my upbringing, would affect my life after marriage. Because as far as I was concerned, I had dealt with the issues in my early adult years.
I grew up in the country; nine kids and two wonderful parents. But as the last born child, my dad and I spoke two completely different love languages. He was a traditional African dad – tough, disciplined and aloof. I was needy, always seeking his attention and favor, working tirelessly to earn his approval and acceptance.
When we go through rejection and hardships, we become experts at protecting our hearts. God has a way of bringing relationships and situations that push back at our polished facades and masks.
My one-flesh journey began to pick at my scabs, the ones I thought were long healed.
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