Bright had this warm, charming aura that drew me to him. It was all friendship at first but I fell in love with him in no time. This is why I didn’t keep him waiting when he said he was in love with me. Our relationship took off on a smooth and happy note.

As far as I was concerned, he was the man I was going to marry. To prove to me that he would like to spend the rest of his life with me, he took me home to meet his family six months into the relationship.

The reception I received from his mother wasn’t welcoming. She bombarded me with a lot of questions. She wouldn’t even allow me to answer one question before following up with the next one. She claimed we were having a conversation but it felt like an interrogation.

I was uncomfortable but I didn’t let it show. I understand that mothers can be protective of their sons. So I endured her barrage of questions.

Our first Valentine’s Day as a couple happened shortly after that visit. I woke up early in the morning and sent him a long love message. Not knowing, the message didn’t go through. I only found out when his sister called me.

According to her, I wasn’t a woman fit for her brother. “You don’t have home training,” she chastised, “you are also not romantic.”

Tell me why my boyfriend’s sister would say this to me just because I wasn’t the first person to send Bright a message on Val’s Day. She didn’t give me the chance to explain myself. I was fuming but I kept my cool.

Around 6 PM that day, his mother also called me. She preached to me about reciprocative love. She is a prophetess. According to her, I was wrong for not texting Bright first thing in the morning.

Meanwhile, Bright himself hadn’t called or texted me the entire day. When I asked him why he chose to report me to his family instead of calling me, he said, “You’re the woman. These kinds of things are your responsibilities.”

I was upset but I let it go for the sake of peace.

About a month later, his mum insisted that Bright make me a permanent member of their church. She instructed him to let me leave my church. That was never going to happen. My mum wouldn’t agree, and neither would I. I asked him, “How can you ask this of me when we are not even married?”

In the end, I tried to compromise. I attended their Wednesday and Friday services. I would have continued but the cost of transportation was not easy on my purse. So I explained the situation to Bright and stopped going.

Then came the next issue. According to Bright, “My mother said she doesn’t like the way you relax in your father’s house on Saturdays. As my girlfriend, you are supposed to spend your weekends at my family’s house.”

Guess what? They expected me to show up and cook, clean, and do laundry for his mum and sister. Every Saturday.

There was no way I could subject myself to that. Even if I tried, I knew I couldn’t keep it up. That’s not what dating is supposed to be.

Oh, but there was more.

His mum told him she sensed dark powers around me. She said every time she saw me, she saw evil spirits, and that I was possessed. She demanded I come to her church for prayers and deliverance. I refused.

My mum is a deeply prayerful woman. If there was anything spiritually wrong with me, she would’ve noticed and handled it. But there was nothing.

Eventually, Bright’s mum asked him to break up with me so I wouldn’t possess him with my evil spirits. And he did. He left me.

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While I was heartbroken, a part of me was also relieved. Imagine marrying into this kind of family.

A year later, he came back asking for another chance. “I am sorry for letting my family treat you so poorly,” he apologised, “I was young and naïve. But I know better now. You will see it for yourself if you take me back.”

“Was your mum also young and naïve a year ago? Does she now want me for you? Abeg, let me be. Go and find a woman your mother will approve of.”

Even if I want to believe him that he has changed, I’m afraid I won’t have peace in that family. I’ve already suffered enough at their hands.

—Princess 

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