Dear BMW,
I just found out the lady my hubby is cheating with happens to be my bosom friend. She comes around the house often and we chit chat.
My kids actually call her aunty, she’s married too, so sometimes she brings her kids over and we do visit them as well.
We have been more than sisters since secondary school. We’ve known each other for almost 20 years. She’s the only person in this world I call a friend and share my secrets with and vice versa
Her husband is a great man, even more successful than my husband. They seem to have everything I’m still praying for, but I don’t envy her and I’m not attracted to her husband.
That’s why I am shocked this is the lady sleeping with my husband and at the same time cheating on her husband. She is someone calmer and thoughtful than myself. I’ve always listened to her.
She has everything; she is even gives me money sometimes. My alcoholic husband has nothing yet all she thought of is take away from me the “big daddy” that I cherish.
I saw their texts and she was literally the one forcing things. Telling my husband she can’t ever leave him because she loves his ‘big daddy’ and that he should stop talking about the fact that she’s my friend and just let her enjoy him in bed.
I am devastated. Should I leave ‘big daddy’ to her?
Help please!
Mama T.
Dear Mama T.
Oh honey, your bestie’s out here playing ‘sister wives’ with your man and you’re wondering if you should pack your bags? Let’s get this straight: your husband’s ‘big daddy’ is apparently the hottest ticket in town and your ride-or-die from secondary school is cashing in. Ouch. The audacity of this aunty, sipping tea at your table while sneaking into your bed! And she’s got the nerve to text him sweet nothings about his… ahem… assets? That’s not a friend—that’s a soap opera villain. Here’s the tea, served scalding: don’t just leave. Evict. Your husband’s a willing participant, not a victim and your “bosom friend” is a backstabbing opportunist who’s been playing you like a fiddle for years. You’re not losing a marriage or a friendship—you’re dodging a bullet. Her perfect life? A mirage. Her calm demeanor? A con. She’s out here chasing ‘big daddy’ while her successful hubby’s none the wiser. Messy. Confront her? Nah. That’s too much airtime for a traitor. Ghost her, divorce him and let them drown in their own drama. You’re worth more than being the third wheel in their twisted love triangle. Grab your kids, your dignity and maybe a bottle of wine and strut into a new chapter. You don’t need a man who’s swayed by a sidekick or a friend who’s basically a wolf in aunty’s clothing. Stay fierce. Zachamba basi.
BMW
