This is my true story. Includes community problems and good friendship.
I hope you like it.
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In 2013, in a small city in an Arabian country where I grew up.
I was 23 years old when I got married, a traditional marriage, which based on marrying a faithful wife, wearing decent clothes, I don't mean bedouin clothing or all black, but to hide her physical beauty, and love comes with time.
All I want is to create a decent family with a faithful wife, and I have got it.
My name is Sami. I work as a pastry baker in a traditional restaurant with an average monthly salary.
My wife Becky is 22 years old when we got married.
However, I graduated from a university of education; I had gotten no opportunities to work in my specialty; these things are because of social factors and favoritism.
Anyway, after one year of marriage, we didn't have children before we had found out that my wife is childless.
I was pressured by my father to marry another woman.
As you know, the man is allowed to marry four. But I refused, I know that would hurt my wife, Becky, that isn't her guilt, I believe in destiny.
After one and a half years of marriage, the economic conditions got worth, as a result of increasing prices in general; accordingly, I looked for an additional job to fill the deficit.
So, my friend Andrew helped me to get a job as a tracker for a construction plant, it's an underpaid job, Andrew told me that the boss is stingy, but I have no choice.
Andrew is a year younger than me, he is an engineer; he gets a big salary; it was embarrassing to me to work with a friend I had known for four years ago, with a significant difference in positions, but that's life.
The two jobs take 17 hours a day; I sit with my wife for one or two hours a day; sometimes, I come back from work to find her asleep. My life was getting worse and boring, and for sure, this effect on Becky's life too, she was feeling lonely, but I have nothing to do.
I noticed that she was spending her time texting a lot, that doesn't bother me, but the texting time increased more and more, which prompted my curiosity to know who she is texting. Along the way, I checked her phone when she is sleeping, busy with housework, anything else.
I waited till she goes to sleep and lightly a hand-picked up her phone, and I walked out on my toes for not waking her up and went to the bedroom.
Becky made a draw lock, It's not a new thing, but I waited for any background message. I saw a background message saying, "Baby You Are So Hot."
I glanced at the name, but she saved him with a fake name. 'The Gecko.'
I didn't know what to do then, should I wake her up and strike her?
No, I believe in rational solutions, violence doesn't do any good.
In our society, a woman doesn't discourse or text permanently with any of the men except for the utmost necessity, such as work, and she must be firm and avoid noticeable teasing in public.
Not to mention modest, loose dress and conservative in handling.
These are not laws, but community habits, so, It differs in relative terms from one governorate to another or city to another.
Therefore, in all cities, wines are fully allowed, and prostitution exists in some places.
I mean, you can do anything, but society's perception is different.
Men are also socially restricted, not women only, but marital infidelity brings more shame to men and touches his honor.
Without further ado, but the woman here is treated like a precious jewel, untouchable, and has greater privacy.
Let's get back to the story, after deep thinking, I acted normally and told her that these things bother me, and she must give it up.
And that's what happened the next day; her reaction was keeping quiet and feeling guilty.
The days passed, and I dealt with her as if nothing happened, but with a little supervision.
One day, I came from work and infiltrated to the master bedroom and found her sleeping, the phone on her numbed hand, she seems she fell asleep, I took the phone and walked out to find two messages. "Are you there, honey?."
"Ummm ok, happy dreams, my lovely girl, 'kiss emoji'"
I had a meltdown, I laid down on the bed, but I couldn't sleep, my brain kept overthinking, surrounded by problems, my stressful jobs, and my wife's immoral behaviors.
Feeling overwhelmed and don't know where to solve my problems.
I kept awake until the morning as she waked up, walking her way to the bathroom as she looked at me in the eyes and noticed my angry feelings.
"Look, If you keep doing this crap again, you will suffer unpleasant consequences," I shouted, and reached out to the master bedroom to get changing for work.
Becky tried to talk, but I didn't give any attention and left the house.
It was clear to co-workers and the boss in the restaurant that there is something wrong with me, and it was apparent too in my second job in the factory, after finishing a sand transfer trip, I frustratingly sat against the wall and head in hands on the floor.
Andrew tried to find out, "Man, what's wrong with you!"
"Nothing," I sighed. "It's just some fatigue."
"Ummm, I hope you get better. If you want any help, don't hesitate," Andrew walked away to continue the work with craftsmen.
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The days passed, I caught a lot of messages on Becky's phone from many men with fake names, but this time, the talks carried sexual connotations.
I pissed off; I used every possible means to stop this unblushing stuff. I tried the advice, guidance, and the hard beating, but nothing new.
All I knew was those scoundrels who communicate with her; she knew them through social media, but, Yeah, there are more hidden things that I do not know.
They are from other provinces; this is the only thing that made me deal calmly; the fear of society and people's perception are significant.
It is a shame to walk on the street, and some look at you like an idiot.
I thought about viable solutions, "What's wrong about me? Am I an unfit husband?"
But I am emotionally and sexually good, maybe the financial situation is a little awkward, but there are a lot of families suffering from this condition.
It seems that the two jobs that take up all my time are an essential factor in the case.
I asked myself, "There are many decisive solutions, such as divorce, but can I live single in the 26!"
For the record, divorced man here couldn't marry again quickly, and doubts will be raised around him, especially when they know that I have no children, besides the new bride price.
That's clear that any wife needs a husband to be around her, not a husband who is working day and night to make a living; however, that's a noble work, but it doesn't work with women in general.
After several weeks of hard thinking, I decided to let things run their course and leave her the hell alone, I mean to act like strangers in one house and throw some cold water on the situation to set my next plan.
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I believe that every woman should live a happy life with a good man.
Becky has no child, and by a large percentage, she lives without a husband.
I'm out of the house all day, then I go back to sleep with physical and mental fatigue, so I cannot blame her; she is a human being; on the other hand, texting strangers like this dirty way is rejected.
Therefore, I decided to give her what she wants, someone who would be just a friend, chatting with him as she wants, under the principle of friendship, and, more importantly, someone I know significantly, and trusted him indefinitely.