Never Again
I met my husband at my church convention, one
of the biggest ministries in Africa. We served in the same unit and got
talking. We became friends and later o,n he proposed. I was 36 years and I was
already anxious because all my five sisters got married in their mid-twenties,
the one considered to have gotten married late was 29 and it was because she
was studying for her masters. My husband was into dry cleaning business and
after a while, the business packed up. I wasn’t deterred, I was confident
things would work, I had my plans laid out. I was running a side business
because where I worked closed shop.
My family were happy for me and because of our
financial status, they decided to forgo a lot of cultural demands to help us. I
paid for my mother in-law trip to Lagos, it was her first time in Lagos. The
clothes she wore on our engagement and wedding ceremonies were all provided by
myself. My hubby did not contribute a dime to our wedding, I paid for
everything because God raised help for me. It was such a mistake.
He
moved into my one room bedsitter with me, his mum stayed with us for about a
week after we got married. Trouble started two weeks after the wedding when he
wanted us to go to my sister to collect the money we received as gifts on our
wedding day, I had given the money to my sister because I had plans to get
another apartment because I didn’t want to give room to gossip in my
neighbourhood about my hubby moving in with me. I told him it was too early and
he agreed but by the third time he asked I told him I had no intention of
collecting the money as I was looking
for more to add because I wanted us to get another apartment. he was against us
leaving the apartment but I was adamant. I got enough money and we moved to a
one bedroom apartment. At this time my small business had dried up so we
practically were starving at home. My brother and his wife started helping out
but the lazy bum I married never did anything to alleviate our situation rather
he anxiously waited for the handouts from my brother.
Four months after our wedding, I started
bleeding, my period started lasting 15 days. I lost so much weight, I didn’t
have the money to go to a doctor so I suffered in silence. My husband became
very abusive emotionally and verbally. He punched me once. He said I tricked
him into marrying him, I knew I had a sickness little wonder my family members gave me out for free because
they wanted me off their hands. We
stopped having sex. He would leave home without informing. He later got a job
that lasted just three months, in those three months he never gave me a dime.
He told me I had a loose screw if I thought he
would feed me, that how would a master degree holder be jobless. From all
indications, he had thought I was a meal ticket, a solution to his laziness. He
often told me to go and ask my siblings
for money especially my two elder brothers because they are quite comfortable. Eight months after we got married, I left on
a prolonged journey to see my sister in the east to seek help for my condition
using herbs because I could not afford a doctor. I went to see my in-laws who
lived in the east too to explain everything. It was there I got to know a lot
of things about my husband.
Long story short, I never went back to my
house. My hubby never called to ask how i was faring. His grouse being that he
believed I hid the issue of bleeding from him, he called me the “woman with the issue
of blood” once during our fight. He thought it was the bleeding
issue that made me not to be married as at when we met. He never believed the
bleeding started after we got married, My sisters believe I got whatever from
him because the bleeding started after our wedding. He only called me once to
tell me our one year rent had expired
and I should look for money to pay the rent. I was grieved, what insensitivity.
He didn’t want to be with me but he wanted me to keep paying the rent to keep
up appearance so people wont laugh at me for not being able to stay married.
That singular act made up my mind for me.
It’s been three years now, I am still healing
physically and emotionally. I don’t know where my husband is. My brothers
invited him twice to a meeting in which he insulted them . They got so mad and
told him they will stand by whatever decision I make.
In retrospect I guess i was in a hurry to be
married, I didn’t take time to get to know him. I didn’t take note of the red
flags like him not having any plans on how to go about providing for the family
while I spun elaborate plans of how I hoped to generate income when we got
married. When a man isn’t financially stable, please sisters don’t spoon feed
him, let him take responsibility. He fed fat on my desperation and if not for
the bleeding part we would have still be married with me paying the bills. If a
man has no plans on how to take care of you,please run..
Because I felt time was passing by,the day someone showed interest in me I was
shocked, I thought I was tainted that no man would want me and so did not want to miss the offer .But now, I have made a resolution
that when I fully recover, I would remarry but this time with my eyes wide open.
I will never marry a man with my money, I thought I could buy love but I was
wrong.
In Few Words,
Ekene
PS:A friend tried to show me
the foolishness of my doing everything finanacially in the relationship but I
did not listen, I really wished I had,and after sometime she left me to my own
devices. She had not yet even sown the aso-ebi for my wedding when my marriage broke up.
Aso-ebi means same material
usually bought for a ceremony
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