There was a woman who left her husband after 15 years of marriage. Together they had built everything from nothing including a growing business, a big house, and some rentals. They had four children. By all accounts, the man was a good husband. He provided, he rarely raised his voice, and he kept peace in the home. That was exactly the problem, according to her. She said he was too good and too calm, she claimed she had always wanted a man who was dramatic; someone they could argue with, even fight with from time to time. Without any serious quarrel, she packed her things one day and left. She eloped with a younger man and moved from their home in Mukono to settle in Mubende. For two full years she stayed away, in that time the husband struggled to raise the children alone. Eventually he brought another woman into the home. The new woman settled in quietly, took care of the children, managed the house, and brought a sense of order back into the place, life continued. Then, after two years, the first wife returned, she arrived in a Toyota Noah, full of her belongings, and started shouting the moment she stepped out. “I built this home from scratch with my man! Everything in this house belongs to me! I cannot be staying in rentals when I have a home. Get out of my house, you husband snatcher! I have come back to settle in my home!” She abused the new woman, the husband, and even the neighbours who had gathered, her voice carried across the compound. The neighbours stood watching in silence. The husband finally spoke,he told her he had never chased her away and insisted she had left on her own. Now that he had someone who was taking care of the children and the home, he was not going to disrupt their lives again just because she had changed her mind. She stood there, still angry, still loud, but the door she had once walked out of no longer opened the same way for her. It is strange how some people only realise the value of peace after they have spent years chasing noise. And even stranger how drama can feel more attractive than a stable home until the drama stops being exciting and starts becoming expensive. Why do some people only appreciate what they had after they have destroyed it?