I was on a flight from Enugu to Lagos when a woman beside me started crying quietly.
Not dramatic crying .
The kind people do when they’re trying hard not to break in public.
After a while, she apologized and said, “I just found out my husband cheated on me with someone from our church.
We ended up talking for almost the entire flight.
She asked me something uncomfortable: “Do you think Christians stay in bad marriages too long because they’re scared of disappointing God?”
I didn’t answer immediately. Then she said.... “Everybody keeps telling me to pray harder, forgive faster, fight for my home… but nobody asks if I’m emotionally surviving.”
That line stayed with me. Because sometimes people love the idea of sacrifice more than the person doing the sacrificing.
And sometimes the most confusing place to be broken is inside a faith community where everyone expects you to heal quietly.