19/08/2024
LIVING SINGLE
Betrayal
………” All the way home my husband acted like one who just had an encounter with a ghost. He ran towards me as soon as he stopped the car, pulled me out and started hitting me vigorously, I must have fainted because I woke up to find myself in the hospital, where I had spent one week and was treated of severe injuries.
While in the hospital, my family members took the decision to dissolve the marriage, which was okay by me. I moved out of the house with my children to a new house, where we have been living without my husband. Now my boss wants to take me out for lunch, could he be coming softly to me again like my ex-husband once did or was it just like for my birthday? Can he be different from Tunde”?
My boss and I actually went out for the dinner, and yes, he asked me to allow him into my life. I could not give him a response immediately because was I indeed very lonely, taking care of my little children all alone. Being a mother and a father to the children at the same time was not so interesting but that was my lot since I moved out of the house. The children seemed very happy at my decision, as they no longer witnessed daddy-hitting mummy all the time.
I was very scared to go into any relationship because it was not so clear to me if all men were like Tunde who changed to a very violent person few years after we got married. So, I kept on pushing my boss away even though he continued to be nice to the children and myself.
Few years on, I got information from my husband’s office, that he was actually having an affair with a woman by name Bose in his office. I never knew he would be able to betray me, so I never bordered myself with his life in the office. Probing further, I was told Bose worked few years before relocating outside the country as soon as she got pregnant for my husband.
I felt bad because it became obvious that was responsible for my husband 360-degree change towards me and the children. I was devastated and cried my eyes out for his betrayal. I got so many suggestions from close friends, family members and well-wishers, and this made me really confused. Yes, confused because even though I was separated from my husband to save my life, I still do love him and losing him to another woman was most painful.
I started making enquiries about my husband, Tunde, which I never did since I left him.
I got information that he moved out of the country to join Bose as soon as she was delivered of her first baby and both of them now live together. I was then determined to get back my husband, my joy and home.
I was introduced to so many prayer homes, where I visited daily with my husband’s pictures. Nothing seemed to be happening even as I got deeper with the use of all that was given to me in the prayer homes. My boss was not happy with me and my decision to get my husband back, so he stopped all his good gestures toward me. Of course, I was very happy with that, as it took away one burden from me even though I missed his soothing talks sometimes.
Not too long, I lost my job because I was always absent due to one reason or the other and my boss who hitherto would defend me became one of my accusers. I almost lost my mind with all the drama but never stopped going to the prayer houses until I almost exhausted my savings. Meanwhile, I stopped attending my local church so I had no spiritual friend to confide in, so I was at the mercy of the different prayer houses I was attending.
Back in the house, my three daughters were already out of the university and determined not to give any man a chance in their lives because of my experience in marriage, this again added to my worries even though all three had good jobs and doing very well in their careers.
I returned home one day from one of the prayer meetings I attended every Friday located a little outside the town we were residing, to a family meeting organized by the children. The major agenda for the meeting was that “mummy most stop attending prayer houses”
I was upset with all three for being insensitive to my plight. However, they complained that the situation was not getting better, the prayer houses were feeding fat on me and my health was deteriorating. They suggested I take a break from the numerous prayer houses and go back to my local church. After much deliberation, I told them to give me some time to take a stand on that.
I did not want to start having problems with the children as they had been there for me through thick and thin, so I decided to heed to their request. Just then did the word of God came that ‘I should bring my entire burden to the cross and leave it there’.
I could not stop praying, so I decided to engage in serious daily midnight prayers and resume fellowshipping with my local church. My decision in no time yielded dumbfounding results.
Three weeks into it, my eldest daughter informed me of her decision to get married to a man, she had consistently rejected his proposal the previous year. I was energized and made all my children to join in the prayers. Events went very fast and my daughter’s suitor family informed us that they would like to come for familiarization visit.
My children and I in the company of my father had to go to my husband’s family house to formally informed them of the visit. We were told that my husband’s uncle would represent him as the father since my husband might not be able to come back to the country for the wedding. My daughter’s wedding date was fixed after the counseling sessions in my local church. We got the greatest surprise a day before her traditional wedding, as my husband returned to the country and came with his family to my house and for the first time, I saw my husband after so many years.
The family members and my pastor prevailed on me with my husband on his knees begging me to forgive him. I forgave him and we came back together as man and wife. My children did not want him back but I begged them to give him a second chance. They insisted I was better without him.
We proceeded with my daughter’s wedding both traditional and white wedding, which went very well. Few months after the wedding, my other two daughters relocated to Canada leaving my husband and I alone.
In no distant time, I became pregnant again after so many years and gave birth to a baby boy. Still in that happy re-union mood, I started getting some information from my husband. I found out that my husband had to leave Bose, his baby mama because she was busy sleeping around with most of the influential men in the country. The last straw that broke the camel’s back was when he found out that one of her lovers gave her the house, they were living in. That was when he began to appreciate me, my love and dedication. So as soon as he heard his daughter was getting married, he decided to use the opportunity to run for his dear life and initiate the peace move.
Few years after my little boy was born, my husband and son took ill and were admitted in a very good hospital in the town we were residing. I almost lost my mind again when the result of the comprehensive test carried out on them came out. He had contracted a dreaded disease, transferred to me and onto my little boy. So many questions came running through my mine
Maybe I should have stayed away!
Maybe I should have listened to my children!
Maybe I should have made him go through a medical test before accepting him1
Maybe I should not have followed my heart!
Maybe it was wrong to have even loved him in the first place!
I need answers, what should I do, I need help because I can’t think now
