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This is a conversation between a Ghanaian who claims to be a doctor and a popular Facebook user, David Papa Bondze-Mbir, who describes himself as a good listener but not a relationship expert.
Over the years, David has shared the stories of many people who have decided to remain anonymous about their marriage, relationship and love affairs on his page.
Some of these stories have become topical issues on most media platforms.
One of the many messages sent to his inbox was from the Ghanaian doctor who had personally killed his daughter and made his wife mad.
David has republished this conversation on his new website.
Read the full conversation below
Here is one of the most shocking messages I've ever received from a man who claimed to be a doctor. It was published in 2016 and when it was a criminal confession, I was not surprised when the police called me to get the identity of the man in question. I could not help them, but after all these problems with the police, I decided that I would not publish such criminal accounts anymore. I can republish three or four of the "criminal" inbox messages already posted on this site, but I still do not intend to publish new criminal confessions on this platform.
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How are you? I believe you protect the identities of your sources? That's what I'm looking for before sharing my story; that you will keep my name in your confidence, alone.
I am going through a difficult time by overcoming the guilt of an action that I have undertaken against two members of my family.
I killed my 12 year old daughter. I could not think of any other way to threaten her to remain silent, because she could even answer me – at her age. I was also afraid of the unknown.
My daughter's mother and I had problems with our marriage. I could not find her / found her more attractive, either as a woman or as a woman. The interest was no longer there. We talked about it intensely, but my wife felt I was inconsiderate because she had not lost a quarter of her feelings for me.
We decided to work on the "problem" of our marriage for a year, hoping to see a different result.
Nothing has changed. In fact, I have endured the year, hating it in the process. She would not let me go. She would not want me to find true happiness / love outside the confines of our home.
So, I submitted her to the psychiatric hospital because she discovered that I was sleeping with one of my good friends, who was also having problems in her marriage. My wife was going to humiliate me and report to our church leaders and his family.
To avoid that, I injected her drugs, to stabilize her for a while.
I am a doctor, so I could easily get out of this mess. I made her family believe that she was sick. I made the children understand that their mother was not well. The church came often – to pray for her because they also knew that she had developed an unusual illness. Our neighbors and friends all knew that she was gradually losing the 'it'.
She repeatedly tried to inform the people who visited her at home, of what I was doing to her, but the effects of the drugs were so powerful on her mind and body that she was n & # 39; 39; could communicate properly with anyone until now.
I have tried everything in my ability to like it. I thought I was in love with her, that 's why I married her. I stayed with her for almost 15 years. I have tried, Dave. It just did not work very well. I did not find it desirable, hence my reasons for seeking intimacy elsewhere.
Since I was confined to the psychiatric hospital, my relationship with the other woman was going very well, until my children started complaining about wanting their mother.
My second child, who was 12 at the time, knew exactly what was going on. Apparently, her mother had managed to write a note, explaining everything that was happening to her. And gave it to my daughter, during one of our visits, to be pbaded on to one of her teachers at school: she was also my wife's best friend.
I would not have known if she had not started giving me the attitude at home after the visit. She had read the letter and all of a sudden she wanted to go to school that Saturday afternoon. She was crying and calling me names, even telling me that she hated me. She was stressing me. I found the letter in his backpack, and then I had to take a step against it. She would have spoken anyway. I knew her: nothing could have closed this mouth.
I have not been able to sleep since his death.
I am not ready to confess anything to anyone. I just want to know how best to overcome all this so I can enjoy my peace of mind again.
What I did was wrong. I know it and I do not want your readers to remind me how bad I am. I asked God to forgive me of my sins. Even God does not judge me now, so I do not share my story with you, I'm neither judged nor insulted. I just need help – to finish with that, to be able to sleep at night.
My wife is now considered crazy and it weighs on me too. Taking care of my other two children alone was not easy either. My job, in itself, drains me. So many things happen at the same time. Dave, I am overwhelmed by the consequences of my actions and I regret it. It's not who I am.
It affects everything I do and I do not know the way to go. How to raise two children as a single father? I read a lot on the Internet, on single parenting, but I do not know what I'm not doing well. Are there guys on your platform who are raising their own kids and doing a great job? Could they guide me by commenting on my story with their personal experiences?
Second, how can I make sure that my children forget that they have no mother, for the moment, and that they are turning away from their dead sister to be able to accept the realities of life?
The last help I'm looking for is that of people who have also done bad things in the past, but have managed to overcome their guilt and even move on.
Could they advise me on how to go beyond the actions of my past? "
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