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This is the fifth month since I moved into my matrimonial home with my husband. He's from Enugu and I'm from delta state. I will tell you that the three months earlier had been some of the best moments of my life as I've had the freedom and authority as a wife and expecting mother. I'm currently 6 months pregnant and even before our wedding(we confirmed I was pregnant then) I've been reading a lot of articles online on how to manage myself, my home and my husband while I was pregnant. The problem is, just last month, the attitude of my husband strangely changed towards me. This had never happened before so I became very worried about it. My usual requests for small helps around the house or some little questions became a burden to him. In-fact, he concluded that I was nagging too much and because of this, decided to stay out late after work each day before coming back home. This caused our home to look very disorganized and untidy because at times, I will be too weak to do some chores and house cleaning. Many times I tried to discuss these problems with him, but he brings up this idea that I wasn't the only pregnant woman in the world and that there are other women who had taken in up to 5 or 6 times without making any issue out of it. I don't know if was really a burden to him or If my requests were becoming too heavy for him but all I know is that, if it were 3 or 4 months back, those requests would have been nothing to him. He could even go the extra mile to make me feel comfortable. I knew something was really amiss and I decided to find out for myself because it was so abnormal that my hubby who was always encouraging me on what and how our first child would look like, now becomes the devil in his own house.
The next week, I secretly talked with his apprentice about it. He's a young boy of about 21 years who was brought from the village to serve him for about 5 years with the promise of establishing a business for him. Usually after business hours, he (chubby) comes straight back home while my husband joins his friends, wherever that is.
I successfully convinced chubby to track my husband's where-about instead of heading straight home to which he agreed. He did that successfully for about a week without making any findings but he discovered that my husband always receives a call and subsequently leaves the shop sometimes between 12 noon and 2pm. He couldn't confirm the exact location where my husband always left for because he would be left to take care of the affairs of the business in my husband's absence. I didn't smell the rat at that time, and I thought maybe he could be heading for one business engagement or the other until chubby confirmed that he was sure my husband wasn't doing business at that time and that my husband would always tell him of any new incoming goods or business pursuits. He was sure this was a private matter. He also confirmed that a lady came on two occasions to meet with my husband while he was with his friends at the bar. This raised my suspicion and we came up with a plan.
I decided that chubby would let me know whenever my husband leaves on such calls so I could easily catch up with him since our house was not far from the plaza where he does business. It was until the next week Tuesday that I got a call from chubby to trail my husband to confirm where it is he was really going. I saw him taking a bike at the gate, outside the plaza and I followed too, in a bike. I told the bike man of my intention and warned him to take it slow because of my condition. We trailed him successfully until he stopped in front of an apartment house and went in. My heart began to beat faster. I followed him carefully to mark the flat he entered. And from the stairs, I also heard a lady's exchanging pleasantries with him before the gate of the flat was locked from the inside. I was confused, I didn't know what to do next and I didn't want to create panic for something I wasn't sure of, especially in my condition. I decided to check the opposite flat to know who's in. An older woman opened the gate and I got in, on explaining my predicament. To my surprise, the woman confirmed that my husband has been a regular afternoon visitor and she too, was worried about the several male visits to her neighbor's flat while her husband was away. As a more matured woman, she advised me to consider going back home and getting more facts before confronting them. But I decided I didn't want to take that path. I was going to storm that flat right then. She helped me knock on the neighbor's gate on the pretense that she wanted to ask for some help. This gave us the chance to force our way into the flat against the woman's will as the gate went open. I went straight through the corridor, towards the living room, and alas, my own husband was sitting on the sofa, no clothes, only boxers! I fainted.
Now, I'm at my parent's house recuperating from the shock and I just can't help to think how fast my marriage is about to end. Look at me, a graduate who decided to humbly get married to an illiterate business man. I can't blame him but myself. I later learned that the home-breaker has been married for 7 years without an issue. She was obviously looking for a child-manufacturing machine to which my husband obviously fell cheap. I've not been able to set my eyes on him since then and I doubt if I will be able to summon the courage to forgive him. The she-devil is obviously very beautiful and well-painted at her age. But that shouldn't be enough reason for my husband to leave his wife and ignore his marriage vows for a cheap lure from a slut. I've already written a letter to his pastor, and both families will be meeting by next month to discuss the issue. I'll make sure I go to any length to deal with that slut and the evils she has caused to my marriage. She obviously, will not know how tough I am yet, until we meet. Does she know how deep the pain and bitterness is, that I feel in my heart right now? Does she even know what it feels like to be a carrying a child inside of you while your husband treats you like mess? If not that I had a loving family to run to, who knows what may have been my fate? After all my higher education and study, did I make a mistake in stooping so low to fall in love with an illiterate who doesn't even know the definition of marriage? My God, I just don't know what men are turning into these days. Please I need your advice because I can boldly tell you that I don't know how I may react next time we all meet. I may kill somebody or do something unusual. The kind of ideas I have right now eh, only God can save us all.
This is the fifth month since I moved into my matrimonial home with my husband. He's from Enugu and I'm from delta state. I will tell you that the three months earlier had been some of the best moments of my life as I've had the freedom and authority as a wife and expecting mother. I'm currently 6 months pregnant and even before our wedding(we confirmed I was pregnant then) I've been reading a lot of articles online on how to manage myself, my home and my husband while I was pregnant. The problem is, just last month, the attitude of my husband strangely changed towards me. This had never happened before so I became very worried about it. My usual requests for small helps around the house or some little questions became a burden to him. In-fact, he concluded that I was nagging too much and because of this, decided to stay out late after work each day before coming back home. This caused our home to look very disorganized and untidy because at times, I will be too weak to do some chores and house cleaning. Many times I tried to discuss these problems with him, but he brings up this idea that I wasn't the only pregnant woman in the world and that there are other women who had taken in up to 5 or 6 times without making any issue out of it. I don't know if was really a burden to him or If my requests were becoming too heavy for him but all I know is that, if it were 3 or 4 months back, those requests would have been nothing to him. He could even go the extra mile to make me feel comfortable. I knew something was really amiss and I decided to find out for myself because it was so abnormal that my hubby who was always encouraging me on what and how our first child would look like, now becomes the devil in his own house.
The next week, I secretly talked with his apprentice about it. He's a young boy of about 21 years who was brought from the village to serve him for about 5 years with the promise of establishing a business for him. Usually after business hours, he (chubby) comes straight back home while my husband joins his friends, wherever that is.
I successfully convinced chubby to track my husband's where-about instead of heading straight home to which he agreed. He did that successfully for about a week without making any findings but he discovered that my husband always receives a call and subsequently leaves the shop sometimes between 12 noon and 2pm. He couldn't confirm the exact location where my husband always left for because he would be left to take care of the affairs of the business in my husband's absence. I didn't smell the rat at that time, and I thought maybe he could be heading for one business engagement or the other until chubby confirmed that he was sure my husband wasn't doing business at that time and that my husband would always tell him of any new incoming goods or business pursuits. He was sure this was a private matter. He also confirmed that a lady came on two occasions to meet with my husband while he was with his friends at the bar. This raised my suspicion and we came up with a plan.
I decided that chubby would let me know whenever my husband leaves on such calls so I could easily catch up with him since our house was not far from the plaza where he does business. It was until the next week Tuesday that I got a call from chubby to trail my husband to confirm where it is he was really going. I saw him taking a bike at the gate, outside the plaza and I followed too, in a bike. I told the bike man of my intention and warned him to take it slow because of my condition. We trailed him successfully until he stopped in front of an apartment house and went in. My heart began to beat faster. I followed him carefully to mark the flat he entered. And from the stairs, I also heard a lady's exchanging pleasantries with him before the gate of the flat was locked from the inside. I was confused, I didn't know what to do next and I didn't want to create panic for something I wasn't sure of, especially in my condition. I decided to check the opposite flat to know who's in. An older woman opened the gate and I got in, on explaining my predicament. To my surprise, the woman confirmed that my husband has been a regular afternoon visitor and she too, was worried about the several male visits to her neighbor's flat while her husband was away. As a more matured woman, she advised me to consider going back home and getting more facts before confronting them. But I decided I didn't want to take that path. I was going to storm that flat right then. She helped me knock on the neighbor's gate on the pretense that she wanted to ask for some help. This gave us the chance to force our way into the flat against the woman's will as the gate went open. I went straight through the corridor, towards the living room, and alas, my own husband was sitting on the sofa, no clothes, only boxers! I fainted.
Now, I'm at my parent's house recuperating from the shock and I just can't help to think how fast my marriage is about to end. Look at me, a graduate who decided to humbly get married to an illiterate business man. I can't blame him but myself. I later learned that the home-breaker has been married for 7 years without an issue. She was obviously looking for a child-manufacturing machine to which my husband obviously fell cheap. I've not been able to set my eyes on him since then and I doubt if I will be able to summon the courage to forgive him. The she-devil is obviously very beautiful and well-painted at her age. But that shouldn't be enough reason for my husband to leave his wife and ignore his marriage vows for a cheap lure from a slut. I've already written a letter to his pastor, and both families will be meeting by next month to discuss the issue. I'll make sure I go to any length to deal with that slut and the evils she has caused to my marriage. She obviously, will not know how tough I am yet, until we meet. Does she know how deep the pain and bitterness is, that I feel in my heart right now? Does she even know what it feels like to be a carrying a child inside of you while your husband treats you like mess? If not that I had a loving family to run to, who knows what may have been my fate? After all my higher education and study, did I make a mistake in stooping so low to fall in love with an illiterate who doesn't even know the definition of marriage? My God, I just don't know what men are turning into these days. Please I need your advice because I can boldly tell you that I don't know how I may react next time we all meet. I may kill somebody or do something unusual. The kind of ideas I have right now eh, only God can save us all.
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