My dilemma

In his handwriting
Lies can be detected
He writes them so amicably
“Babe, I have a breakdown so coming home a bit late”
Heaven knows the breakdown is right in front of Maria’s homestead
And he is busy looking for the tools box right under her blankets 🤦🏾‍♀️
Both naked and sweating profusely
The search for the tools is that much of an activity
Once satiated, just after midnight
He knocks at the door
Finally, he is home
I been praying that he is safe and arrives on time
Waiting for him to offer me those conjugal rights
Well, his first statement makes me furious,
“Oh babe, I need to change this car, its now a pain. Imagine a whole night trying to fix it by the roadside.”
He doesnt even look the part
Instead of some black grease stains on his clothes
He has some brownish and reddish stains
I look at him from head to toe
And feel nauseated
He is as disgusting as his lies
The sexual hunger disappears
Anyway its not like Maria has left anything for me 🤦🏾‍♀️
I have had such moments before
It hurts when you get to beg for it
And someone gives excuses
I just tell him where his food is and head back to curl under my blankies
He notices, I picked his lies
But well he is now used to the attitude so he just murmurs under his breathe,
“Thanks mai mwana”
In a tone that shows, he is not even going to look at the food
Maria has quenched all his thirst
He joins me in bed
And all I smell is that feminine scent
Hell no, the night will be a little longer
I curl myself at the far edge of the bed
He cares not, in a few seconds I hear him snore like a pig
I toss and turn
Till the cock crows
Its a new day
I wake up to serve him
Waiting on the next chapter of his shenanigans
Thank God, my mama taught me well
Never to fight him
But well the social media streets are teaching me otherwise
And am getting fed up by each second
Its only one day
I will burst because I have bottled up a lot
So, help me Lord