This is a lengthy reading but it will bless your life. Kindly take your to read through.
I’m Mabel, a 27-year-old and a banker. His name is Collins, 35, and an engineer. At the gym one Saturday morning, this cute, muscled, flat tummy, pink lips, ebony guy entered in an all-white apparel. Truly, I lost concentration on the treadmill.
OMG, what a handsome creature!!!
During the aerobics session, the instructor asked we picked partners, only God knows how I jumped to where Collins was to grab his hands before anyone does.
“Hi, I’m Collins,” he said.
“Nice name. I’m Mabel,” I responded.
We had a hearty chat throughout the exercise. I think he liked me. After gym, he suggested we meet again and fraternise which I didn’t hesitate to assent to.
Driving home, Collins was all over me. Ooppss he really smelled great. My fantasy!!!
A week after, and the relationship had grown jumbo and looked inseparable. The bond between us was like men and breast.
One Thursday morning at work, I wore a worried face because I woke up to the absence of his good morning message and his phone was off. What a heart break!!! I had a call.
“Hello, please is this Mabel? Sorry to tell you Collins passed out in his room. Could you please come around?” The caller hanged up.
I could hear no other word from anyone except the security man on duty. I nearly drove into a ditch. Had to skid off the road along the line because I was out of stability. It was a life risking driving experience only for me to enter his apartment and the silly gentleman was busy on his red wine.
Whaaatttt!!!
He grabbed me, kissed me passionately and we had an intimacy of my life.
Damn, I got weak!!!
Collins knelt before me and voila……. He proposed.
‘Yes yes yes yes I will marry you my prince’. Now lunch was served. Never knew he could cook. Like seriously???
I forgot about work and was suspended after, but I couldn’t be bothered. We had our wedding in a spate of two months after the proposal.
Two years on, there was a new family member, Obrempong Nana Akwasi Afriyie, my adorable son. I was made a house wife.
Trouble!!!
My husband is no longer the man I met. Communication lately is a taboo in our home. His phones and laptop now have passwords. We hardly make love. He hardly eats my food. I’m not allowed anywhere near his laundry.
Severally I’ve tried knowing my wrongs but to no avail.
I wail within.
The most heartbreaking aspect is, he has moved from our matrimonial room to a guest room under the pretext of working in the night and do not want to disturb or be disturbed. I can hardly complain because Collins has become a wife beater. I’ve become his punching bag. The least thing, and I get a slap. I’m dying within. My soul cries for help. I have to be strong for my son yet I can’t. I’m growing weak.
My parents won’t accept a divorce because of their love for money. Yes, truly there is enough money at home. But I live like a slave. I dare sleep before Collins gets home at 11pm. My new duty is to be opening the main gate for him and he comes home drunk.
I nearly lost my breathe when he brought a woman home, spent the night with her and I had to wake up early to fix them breakfast. Maybe I should end my life and be free. I’m really in pain.
My soul is weak and dying.
I have money at my disposal yet I cannot use it. Nothing looks good on me again. I used to be size 16 but I’m now a size 10.
I want to die!!! I’m fed up with life. I soak my pillow all time. Now, I can’t differentiate between morning, afternoon or evening because my world is always dark.
Marriage has been a bitter pill for me to swallow.
I’m depressed. I pray for DEATH. PLEASE HELP ME.
Hmmm..... What advice can you probably give her?
Source: Maame Broni | A broadcast journalist with Kasapa FM
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