MY MARRIAGE, MY PAIN
Mercy Michael@mercymichael686000
2 months ago
Chapter 4
Again that night I slept on the couch in the sitting room. Dare didn't bother to ask me to join me in the bedroom. He just walked past me quietly and made his way to our bedroom.
True to my words, I stopped doing all the house chores including cooking meals. Dare and the children took charge of the house chores.
Dare's kitchen skills became handy. He started preparing meals for himself and our children. Initially, he included me when preparing the meal until I warned him sternly to desist from it.
As days went by, my children started asking me one after the other why I was angry with their father. I told them to go and ask their father.
Like a joke, it's been almost two weeks since I stopped doing the house chores. Dare and me are not in talking terms. Well, I will rephrase that. I'm not in talking terms with Dare. Though he has tried several times to have a conversation with me but I totally ignored him.
" Daddy, why is mummy angry with you?" Adesola, our last child asked Dare while they were taking dinner. Dare choked as soon as Adesola asked him that question.
" Your mum and I are fine. I just decided to assist your mum with the house chores. She needs to take a rest," Dare said with a smile.
" Daddy, that's not true. You and mummy are having problems. We've asked her several times and she told us to come and ask you. If everything is fine, she would have told us. Moreover, she is always angry whenever she sees you," Bankole, our first child said. Dare looked at them silently.
" Yes, daddy. What did you do to mummy," Damilola, our second child asked curiously.
" Daddy, please, tell us what you did to mummy so that we can plead with her to forgive you," Adesola added almost in tears.
" You see, mummy and daddy will sort things out, okay?" Dare assured them.
" Daddy, please, promise us that you will make peace with mummy. We don't like how things are turning out," Bankole told Dare at the verge of tearing up.
" I cross my heart. I will make peace with your mother. Now, let's finish our meals," Dare told them with a smile.
From the sitting room where I sat, I watched from the corners of my eyes as the children cheered up immediately at their father's assurance of making peace with me.
As usual Dare and the children did the family night devotion without me. After which, they went to bed.
" Bummi, what's all these? Why are you trying to break this peaceful home? We have been together for ten years and we have never spent a night without settling our differences. Why are you allowing the devil to use you to destroy what we have built for ten years?" Dare asked calmly.
" Oh! So, I'm the devil now, right? Just look at my best friend, Rita. Her husband is way below you in the office yet gives her four hundred thousand naira monthly for the upkeep of the house and a hundred thousand naira to buy whatever she needs. Here I am stuck with a man who doesn't even care if I have clothes or not."
" Let's forget about my own. Let's focus on the amount you give me for the upkeep of the house. With the hike in the prices of food items, what can a hundred thousand naira buy for a month?" I lashed at Dare.
Dare looked at me and smiled.
" So, all this drama is because of what your friend, Rita told you. I'm highly disappointed in you for allowing your friend detect what happens in your home," Dare said sadly. I wanted to say something but Dare beat me to it.
" With all the years we've spent together, you choose to believe a friend over me," Dare said and sadly walked away.
I felt a prick in my heart. I hope I'm doing the right thing. I asked myself silently.
* You are doing everything wrong. Go and make peace with your husband,* a voice whispered in my head.
* Don't listen to that. You are doing the right thing. Month end is just two weeks away. You will soon get the result you are looking for. Do you want to throw all that away?* A voice said sharply in head.
* He is trying to play mind game with you. You better wise up, * a voice said in my head.
No! I can't allow my husband to take me for a fool. He must increase the money. I have come too far to give up. I told myself with determination.
To Be Continued
© Mercy Martey Michael
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Hmmm! Things are getting out of hand. I hope Bummi does the right thing before it's too late.
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I am Mercy Martey Michael and all I do is creative writing. I write fictional books and poems.
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