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… filled with anger. I went into the bedroom to wake him up.
“What is condom doing in your pocket?” I shouted.
“Oh! It's nothing serious.” He replied.
What do you mean by its nothing serious? I'm your wife I deserve to know what a condom is doing in my husband's pocket.
Have you been cheating on me? What happened to the vows we made? Our love? The trust?
Before I could mutter another word, Raymond began to cry…
“I don't know what came over me. I didn't wish to do it. She forced me.” He said amidst tears.
Our marriage is on a spiritual attack. And, it's your fault. You are not praying enough. I remembered telling you before we got married that the devil is after our marriage. IT'S YOUR FAULT!
Again… I accepted it was my fault and couldn't ask further questions as intended. I hugged him with an assurance to increase my prayer tempo.
As a praying woman who didn't want to lose her home to spiritual attacks, I went to the office on Monday and tendered my resignation letter without a prior notice.
I became a prayer warrior. Fasting day and nights for my marriage.
I didn't allow Raymond touch me for months. I was always fasting and wanted to remain Holy.
I thought I was helping my marriage… I never knew my husband has been sleeping with his secretary, and other women.
The constant late night calls. Lipsticks on his clothes. Avoiding church services…
Whenever I confronted him. He tells me it's not his fault. It's a spiritual attack. He doesn't understand what's happening to him. Yet, he's not willing to attend Church Programmes or pray with me in the house.
I was confused, but choosed to believe him regardless.
I continued praying and would always fake a smile whenever I'm in church.
On a Sunday after service, an usher came to inform me that the Pastor wants to see me.
I went to meet him in his office. We greeted, and he asked if everything was fine with me and how my husband was doing.
I answered with a smile; “We are doing perfectly well, Sir. My husband hasn't been around for months, that's why he hasn't been in church. He travelled for a business project.” I lied.
After telling him, he sensed something wasn't right and I assured him all was fine. He prayed with me and I left.
On getting home, I met my husband drinking.
"I thought we've discussed this before we got married, and you assured me it wasn't going to repeat itself again. Why are you doing this to me Raymond?"
“I hate you. I despise you. You're a liar. You deceived me.” I said in annoyance.
For the first time in our marriage, he slapped me. He told me never to question him again.
I'm the Man. I own you. I cloth you. I feed you. I do everything. You useless thing. How dare you shout at me?
Henceforth, no monthly allowance. No data subscription.
He opened my purse and took my ATM card, picked his car key, locked the door with an extra lock from behind and drove out.
The battle has just begun.
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