Today we continue the married woman chronicles. If you missed the first post, you can read it here.
PS: Its a real life story and your comments are essential.
Lying down on the hospital bed, waiting to be discharged I feel nothing but sadness. My husband refused to pick the calls put through to his phone, neither did he come to check me at the hospital. I sigh and pull myself together and get into the taxi the hospital hailed for me.
I get home and hold my children tight. They seem to be my only constant joy and light. My husband does not get home until 1 am that night and I calmly ask him if he would like something to eat.
He replies in the negative and says he just wants to sleep. I let him know I need to talk to him. He replies that he’s not in the mood for talking. I try as much as I can to engage him in a conversation but to my shock and amazement he says “you saw me with a woman, and so what?, am I the first, will I be the last?’. You know what? I need my space.
I reel back in pain, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. He continues his tirade telling me he is cheating and there is nothing I can do about it. I start crying and he asks me to leave his room. I fall to my knees begging him for what I do not know now. When he fails to respond, I get up and leave.
I walk downstairs and wail at the injustice of it all. I the offended have become the offender. From his room he peers at me through the window, sees me crying and drops his curtains.
The next morning he travelled out of the country and did not communicate with me or the kids for 5 days. On the 6th day he returns from his trip and did not even bother to apologise for not keeping in touch.
The next morning, my husband knocks on my door and says we have to talk. I let him know our daughter ran a temperature all through the night and I need to take her to the hospital for tests. He says we will do that after our “talk”.
He starts by saying how tired he is of me and the marriage and ends by muttering the dreaded words “I want a separation”. By that time, I am too weak to argue, sadness has engulfed me and i just response with an “ok”.
I get up and we head to the hospital. Thankfully my daughter is treated and we get to come home immediately.
He leaves for work and I sit down to think about the events of the past one and a half weeks. Pregnant, 2 kids on ground, my savings spent on making a home for us and I am to be abandoned because of a newling*****
Several questions come to mind after reading this story, but the most pertinent for me is why hurt the one who has shown you nothing but loyalty? The one who birthed your kids, who made your home, who had your back when you had nothing? Why?
Why do we hurt our loved ones so? Is it a natural instinct or what? My people, I am confused. What do you think?
I leave us with this quote “Our culture does not teach us this, but what happens in Vegas does not stay in Vegas. If you cheat in Vegas, it comes right home with you. If you cheat in Vegas, you walk home as a cheater. You lie awake at a night a cheater. You cannot escape it – Tom Shadyac
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