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I am the first son in a family of six: three older sisters, a younger brother, and a younger sister. Our father passed away when I was young. My older sisters adored and pampered me. After finishing secondary school, they encouraged me to continue my education, but I chose to go into business. 

Initially, they opposed my decision but later supported me financially. Our oldest sister treated me as her own son.
However, things began to fall apart when I chose a wife. While all of my sisters had their own recommendations for me, I followed my heart and married my friend. They did everything to prevent our union, but love triumphed in the end. Afterward, they redirected all their love and attention to my younger brother and distanced themselves from me.

We struggled with infertility for years, but after much pain and heartache, we were eventually blessed with a child. It was a difficult journey, and during that time, my sisters tried various tactics to break us apart, even involving the welfare system. They called security on several occasions to remove my wife’s belongings and insisted that I leave her behind and travel abroad. Their hatred for my wife was overwhelming, but through it all, God stood by us.

Things took another painful turn when I suffered a stroke, which left me in a wheelchair for three years. My family cut me off completely, wishing me dead, and spreading rumors, even involving my mother in their efforts to turn against me. I tried to reconnect, but they had already made up their minds. My business suffered immensely due to my illness, as I was shuttled from hospital to hospital, with no one caring. They made it clear that once I married my wife, I was dead to them.

Through all of this, my wife never left my side. I am still recovering, though my speech remains impaired. Meanwhile, my younger brother enjoys the luxuries of life—driving expensive cars, living the carefree life, and married the woman of my family's choice. 

On the other hand, I’m surviving on the meager salary of a teacher, thanks to my wife’s hard work.
Then, something dramatic happened. My younger brother suddenly collapsed and died. It was the worst possible news for someone still recovering from a stroke. Upon hearing the news, my right arm, which had been recovering, became paralyzed again. I couldn’t help but wonder: Why did death take him, a young man in his thirties, instead of someone like me who was already half-alive?

Yesterday, the family arranged a meeting and sent a driver to pick me up. I’ve vowed to cut ties with them for good, to focus only on God and my wife. Yet my wife is urging me to attend. What should I do?

Oga with this condition, you are still doing shakara? You vowed to cut ties with them because they cut you off? You were cut off but you seem to know everything happening around them.....strange!

That your wife that you have painted as a saint may be a witch sef doing bad things behind and staying by ur side....... If you want to you can attend.