A friend of mine married a man who was never over his ex, and she’s been paying for that decision ever since.
She was in love with another man, but her family rejected him because he was from the “wrong” state. They introduced her to another man, approved him, and she agreed because he seemed like a good person.
One week before the traditional wedding, she found out he was still sleeping with his ex. She wanted to cancel everything, but her mother cried and begged her not to, saying people would laugh because invitations had already gone out.
She got married anyway after both families reconciled them a night to the traditional marriage.
Since then, every disagreement ends the same way: months of silence, insults, and him constantly calling, chatting with, and sending money to the same ex he claimed was “just a friend.”
He also doesn’t permit her to work, while using her license o, she’s a graduate of a prestigious course but he doesn’t want her to practice, he only permits her working in one of his shops.
While 7 months pregnant with their second child, she complained that cooking for her husband, their toddler, and six sales boys living in the house was becoming too much. She suggested that the boys should be making their own foods but instead of helping, he called her lazy and stopped eating her foods.
Then he stopped speaking to her, for two months He’d buy his food whenever he was coming back from work and eat it in their house.
At 9 months pregnant, she slipped while bathing their two-year-old, started bleeding, and repeatedly called her husband.
He ignored every call.
Their smart two-year-old was banging on a neighbour’s door till she answered. The neighbour rushed her to the hospital, where she had an emergency Caesarean section.
The nurses later told her she kept calling her husband’s name while under anaesthesia.
The saddest part?
He got home, didn’t even realise his heavily pregnant wife wasn’t there, ignored calls from her phone, and only answered when the neighbour called with another number.
He came to the hospital, paid the bills, showed no joy that his wife and newborn son survived, and went back home.
The neighbour looked after her and the children until her mother arrived for omugwo.
When her mother finally confronted him and said, “Do you realise my daughter could have died?”
His response was:
“She won’t be the first or the last woman to die from pregnancy.”
That was the day her mother stopped saying, “Every marriage has problems.” She shouted at him so much till she lost her voice, my friend said she was just watching them and happy her mother had finally experienced what she was always complaining about.
I’ve known my friend for over 10 years. She’s hot-tempered, yes. But her anger lasts less than an hour.
His anger comes as silence, emotional neglect, and words designed to break her.
She’s finally ready to leave.
Ironically, the same people who pressured her into the marriage are still asking her to stay.
Sometimes, “manage your marriage” is the most dangerous advice you can give someone.
What would you do differently in her position?
She would be reading your comments, please be nice 🙏🏽
Losing a girl to another dude doesn’t hurt.
Do you know losing your girl to no one, she leaves you to be alone cause she rather do that than be with you? 😭💔
He's definitely sleeping with her or he wants to sleep with her. I pray we never encounter such men.
I will sha drag her down from that front seat Sha,because I would really like to know where the audacity is coming from.
I actually remembered this tweet and with tears inna me eyes, I got myself together and said “who is that beautiful girl that scratched me” 😭 You people should keep talking about gentle parenting pls, it’s working on me.
According to xenophobic South Africans, foreigners are black people only. Thailand has over 5 million economic migrants from Cambodia, Myanmar, Laos & Vietnam who look like Thai people. But because she didn’t see blacks, she xenophobically concluded that there are no foreigners
About two hours later… someone knocked on my front door. I opened it. She was standing there holding a takeout bag in one hand and a phone charger in the other.
Before I could even ask, she held up the charger and smiled. “I figured this might be the problem.” I laughed.
Then I asked, “How did you know which charger to bring?” She shrugged. “You borrowed one from me a few weeks ago.”
“We have the same phone.” Then she handed me the takeout. “I figured if your phone was dead…”
“…you probably hadn’t stopped to eat either.” I just stood there for a second. Then I asked,
“When I was seven, I cried and declared I’d marry my neighbor. Fifteen years later, I showed up for a job interview. The CEO looked at me and said, ‘Are you here… to apply as my wife?’”