Picture this: It's our 5th anniversary dinner. Candles, wine and flowers.
My wife suddenly stands up, slams a stack of papers on the table like she's in a soap opera.
Wife: "I'm divorcing you." I look up slowly, fork halfway to my mouth, completely blank-faced.
Me: "Were we even married?" Dead silence. Her jaw drops.
My brain is still processing if this is a prank or if I blacked out during a visit to the Marriage Registry in Port Harcourt in 2020. She starts stuttering. I just keep eating my pasta like nothing happened.
Plot twist: turns out we DID in fact get married... in my dreams not in real life...ohh, sorry. I made this entire story up!