We got married five years ago. We both didn’t have anything, but we leaned on each other’s support to be able to marry and also plan ahead for the future. My wife works with a multinational company, and her salary was just around the same salary I was receiving. She had a good opportunity to make it big if she went to school, so I encouraged her to do her master’s so she would be promoted.

She first didn’t like the idea. She wanted to finish giving birth, and then she would go back to school. I encouraged her to do it because time and tide wait for no man. I did the registration for her and paid half of her fees to start school.

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When she started going to school, I realized I needed to do some of the house chores to lighten her load so she could focus on school. I would wash on Saturday while she went to school. I washed and folded the laundry while she was learning. I wasn’t good at cooking, but because of her school, I learned to do it so I could cook for us to eat.

Just a month into her course, we got pregnant. She nearly stopped schooling because of the pregnancy, but I encouraged her, helped her do her assignments and even stayed online to listen to her lectures while she slept so I could do her assignments for her.

Just when she was about to write her last semester exams, she gave birth. The baby was preterm. I was at the hospital with her, doing our best to keep the baby warm so she could grow. We were discharged on Thursday. On Saturday, she had to write exams. Again, she said no. I said, “Let’s go. I will carry her with me while you write the exams.”

That’s what we did until she was able to write all her papers and graduate with good grades. After graduation, I read her research dedication. She dedicated her work to family and friends, even friends abroad, but didn’t mention my name. I jokingly said, “I did half of this work and still didn’t get a mention?”

She retorted, “What’s so special about this that you have to remind me of what you did? So someday, you will let the world know that I didn’t do my master’s thesis myself?”

She got angry, and this anger lasted for days. I had to apologize and work my way up to forgiveness again. But then I realized my wife was growing salty and overly sensitive. Every little thing got her angry. And when she was angry, she wouldn’t do anything except care for our child.

I had to be the bigger person in every argument and apologize after every fight. And then she got the promotion she worked for. I was happy for her. I took her out on a date to celebrate the win. I said, “You see what I’ve been telling you? If you didn’t listen to me, this promotion wouldn’t have happened.”

Our date ended abruptly. She said I always wanted to take credit for her own hard work. I understood her point. I agreed it came at the wrong time, so she should let it go. She stayed angry for weeks and slowly warmed herself down to not being angry again.

After the promotion, I started seeing a different side of my wife altogether. It didn’t start after the promotion, but I think the promotion intensified the situation. She came to earn twice my salary, and because of that, she stopped doing house chores totally.

After school, when I had done everything in the house for over a year, she warmed herself back to doing it again, and then the promotion happened, and then she stopped. I would wake up early and ask her to join me to clean, and the question she would ask me was, “How big is this house that you can’t clean alone?”

I would ask her to wash with me, and she would go like, “If you can’t wash all of them, just wash yours and leave mine and the kid’s alone.” She would cook once in a blue moon, and even sex, I have to demand it and end up doing it all by myself without any contribution from her, not even a moan.

I sat down with her one evening when our baby was sleeping. I narrated everything from our beginning to where we are now and begged her that she shouldn’t allow the situation to change her. “Remember where we started from. We are here today because we helped each other.”

She misinterpreted my advice and turned the whole discussion into a huge debate. “What don’t I do in this house? Who buys prepaid for electricity here? Who pays for the food you’re complaining that I don’t cook? Who does this and that?”

Yes, she pays for those things because it was an agreement we made after her promotion. I suggested a joint account, and she said no. We had one when we got married afresh, and it was redundant. I asked her to revive it, and she said we’ve been okay without it, so we would be okay. She agreed to take the domestic bills while I take care of everything concerning our child: school fees and canteen fees, medical bills when she’s sick, her entertainment needs and other things that would come up.

But because my wife was doing her side of the bargain, she feels she doesn’t need to submit to me in marriage. The day I discussed this with our pastor and he called for a meeting, my wife sat there and didn’t say a word. After the meeting, my pastor called me aside and said, “Pray, you’re in big trouble.”

When we got home, my wife started shouting. “So now the whole world will hear about our story because of submission? Do you want me to be on the floor for you to walk on me before you call it submission? Don’t you appreciate what I bring to the table? I’m tired of you. I’m tired of all this.”

If tomorrow my wife wakes up and tells me she wants a divorce, I won’t be surprised. I won’t be shocked to know she has been planning it because currently, she’s quiet more often than she speaks. She tells me nothing about her day or her life in general. Meanwhile, I can see a lot going on in her life.

I’m only waiting for the day she will say it with her mouth that she wants a divorce. I won’t say it, but I believe that day is coming very soon.

Just yesterday, a lady shared her story about her insecure boyfriend, and everyone said the lady should run away. But what most people don’t realize is that there’s some truth in the concern of that man. He’s right to be scared. In my next life, I will avoid a woman doing better than me. I’m not saying all of them are like that, but for peace of mind’s sake, a man should be a man, including being at the top of the financial curve. Else, forget respect from your wife.

—Clement     

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