My name is ***** and i am addicted to your blog. I am in a mess at the moment and I dont know what to do. My story is long but i will make it as brief as possible. please, I need solutions not judgement. I have made peace with my past.
I met my Husband when i was fresher at the University of Nigeria Nsuka, as a jambite i didnt know my way around school. Naive as i was, I wanted to explore cos i grew up a caged child. i really wanted to have a feel of relationship, love, sex as an undergraduate, my parent opposed my initial idea of living off campus, they insisted i stay in school hostel. So it was a dream come true when i met him and discovered that he lived off campus alone, i practically moved in with him, although i maintained my corner in the hostel incase my parent comes visiting.
On a certain faithful day, i came to his house after spending some time at the hostel and met a lady at his place. Honestly he confessed to me earlier that he had another relationship but i cared less, all i was interested in was freedom from the hostel prison and a man to call my own.
The lady introduced herself as Annabell and even offered me the juice she was drinking, she was so friendly that i soon warmed up to her, one thing lead to another and we ended up in a love triangle. Annabell became my best friend, my other friends and coursemate raised eye brow to the nature of our relationship but we didnt care because we were happy, Annabell was the first to graduate and when she left we started feeling strange, she would come around once in a while and we would always look forward to seeing her. She later informed us that she was in a new relationship and in no time she got married. I continued my relationship and once in a while, she would come around and i discovered that we both have a kind of strange explainable fixation to her. Now with hind sight, I believe it was some kind of jazz because she is from awka and most awka girls do jazz.
My Husband proposed to me on the 2nd of May 2013 and we wedded on 30th of November. after our wedding, everthing became different, my husband would flare up over minor issues, he started comparing me to Annabell and would tell me that i will never be like Annabell. Things became so bad that he became physical with me and started beating me, he would leave the house without telling me where he is going and would not come back for days. I called Annabell to intervene and also tell her what i have been going through and what her personality and presence was causing in my marriage i also told her her that i want her to stop picking my husband calls, little did i know that my calling her was my biggest mistake. Only God knows what she told my husband, he came home fuming, threatening to divorce me and disown our baby, he called me unprintable names and accused of things better left unsaid. My present predicament is that they have taken their affair to an unknown location he rarely comes home these days, even when i call, all he does was to ignore my calls and credit my bank account as if i begged him for money. I have decided to go and confront her Husband and tell him everything that has been happening but on a second thought i dont want to give my Husband the reason he has been looking for to divorce me and marry her because that is what i suspect may happen. I am a broken and confused woman now, please what do i do?
Lailablog
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