It's 8:30 PM on a Wednesday. Tunde just walked into the house after spending two freaking hours in traffic on Third Mainland Bridge. He is exhausted, his shirt is soaked in sweat, and he just wants to drop his bag and drink some cold water.
Kemi is in the living room, fanning herself because there is no light. She looks at Tunde, then looks at his empty hands. He forgot to buy the petrol for the generator, which he promised he would pick up on his way home.
If Kemi was just angry or frustrated, she would complain. She might say, "Tunde, ah-ah! I reminded you about this fuel this morning. Now we have to sleep in this heat, and the food in the freezer will spoil. I am really upset." That is a normal complaint. It focuses on the mistake and how it affects her.
But contempt is different. Contempt doesn't attack the mistake... it attacks the person.
Instead of complaining, Kemi hisses loudly, rolls her eyes, and looks at him with pure disgust.
"You cannot even remember to buy ordinary fuel. Is it until I write it on your forehead? I don't even know why I expect anything from you. It's like living with another child. You are completely useless when it comes to taking simple responsibility."
Tunde freezes. He knows he messed up. He doesn't feel like a partner who made a mistake... he feels like a foolish schoolboy being scolded by his headmistress. His pride is crushed. Instead of going out to find fuel, he gets defensive, hisses back, and walks into the bedroom, slamming the door.
Contempt doesn't ruin a marriage in one day.
It is a slow leak. Day by day, insult by insult, it drains away all the love, respect, and friendship until there is nothing left.
Saw someone talk about it here, so I downloaded the app.
Five months passed with no calls, and eventually I gave up.
Then one random evening, I saw a notification and my phone rang. I helped an elderly woman with her drug prescription.
Days later, I helped an elderly man pick something up in the kitchen, and after that, the calls started coming in.
The one that stayed with me emotionally was a man in his mid 30s.
At the beginning of the call, he pleaded with me, saying he might stress me too much because he was still new to this kind of life.
It had only been 9 weeks since he lost his sight.
He said his aide was running late and he couldn’t find his stick. He suggested it might have rolled under the bed frame.
I helped him retrieve the stick, checked the sky for him to see if it looked cloudy and about to rain which it actually was and helped him pack his laundry and a few other things around the house.
But one thing stayed with me throughout the entire call , he kept repeating, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
After the call, I sat with the longest thoughts about how entitled I’ve been to my eye.
I switched phones and downloaded the app again. It’s been months now, and no calls yet.
Her parents tried. Imagine sending your child to four different Universities and this is the life she chooses.
This is also the dangers of strict parenting. The kids get a little freedom and go haywire.
Iniabasi Akpabio, SP Akpabio's daughter sharing city boy movement polo and caps to grown ass fools in Uyo and they are singing 🎶 na our mama be this o....🎶 to a 25yr old young girl. 😭😂
Coventry has been through a lot in the last 25 years.
Relegated from the Premier League in 2001.
Spent 11 years in the Championship
Relegated to League One in 2012
Spent 5 years in League One
Relegated to League Two in 2017
Promoted back to League One a year later in 2018 via play offs.
Spent 2 years in League One
Promoted to the Championship in 2020.
Spent 6 years in the Championship
Promoted to the Premier League in 2026.
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