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When we first met, we were so in love we couldn’t stay apart. I knew I was going to marry her. My heart told me so, but we didn’t talk about marriage. I took her home to meet my family. The first woman I’d ever brought home to introduce to my parents. They gave us their blessings. They even teased that I had taken too long to get married.

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I met her parents only once. She didn’t do any official introduction, but the reception they gave me was good.

When the relationship was only six months old, she got pregnant. It was tough for both of us because we were not ready for anything. When she asked me what we were going to do, I knew exactly what she meant, so I threw the question back to her, “What do you think we should do?”

“You’re the man,” she said. “Whatever you say is what we are going to do.”

I said, “Let’s keep it.”
She asked, “Without marriage? That’s not dignifying.”

I stayed quiet for days before telling her we should do something small before the pregnancy showed. Even before I told her that, her mother already knew she was pregnant. I got a call from her mom one morning while she was with me. She said, “My daughter told me you want to do something small. There’s no small marriage here ooo. Come and marry her properly, like the woman she is deserves.”

I looked at my girlfriend. She smiled. She said, “My mom? I tell her everything, but don’t worry, she’s a nice woman.”

Her mother dictated every step all the way until the wedding was over. When I said small, I meant a traditional wedding, but her mom said no. She asked for things my money couldn’t buy. When I protested, she said, “You have a woman like my daughter and you don’t want to spend on her? Or you don’t love her?”

I did what she wanted to ensure peace. Her father was my friend through it all. He supported me until his wife said something different. And then he would tell me to take what his wife was saying like that.

After marriage, I thought that mom-and-daughter connection would come to an end somehow, but it didn’t. If my wife had issues with the pregnancy, her mom would know even before me. And then she would tell me, “I tell her because she has given birth before and has experience.”

She gave birth at dawn on a Thursday. By Thursday morning at 7 a.m., our baby was dead. I was there when she was born. I was there when they said she was turning blue, so they rushed her off. They said she would be alright, so I went home to bring the other things we had left there. I was there when they announced she couldn’t make it.

When we lost our child, my wife went to stay with her parents for months. Even when she came back, she still went there from time to time. That was when I started having issues with her mom because she supported her daughter even when she was wrong. My wife would complain to her, and she would take it as the gospel truth and attack me for treating her daughter wrong.

That night when she said she was sleeping at her mother’s place, I didn’t believe her because her mother had spent days with us and had left that same day. She would go to her parents’ house and not tell me and still not come back. I grew suspicious but had nothing to hold on to until that day. They weren’t ready to tell the truth, and I wasn’t ready to accept the lies, so I went to stay with my friend.

My wife’s mother called my parents and complained to them that I’d left home and that I’d been tormenting her daughter since marriage and that they should advise me to divorce if I didn’t want the marriage anymore. My parents didn’t know anything I was going through because I didn’t tell them. But that day, I also narrated my side. My dad said, “Go back home and try to resolve the issues. Staying away doesn’t solve anything.”

I listened to him and decided to go home. I didn’t tell her I was coming. When I got home, she wasn’t there. I wasn’t bothered. I thought she had gone to her mom until I heard a car engine around 12 a.m. and woke up to see my wife stepping out of the car. She told me she was coming from her parents’ place. I said, “Fine!”

I called her mom, and when she picked up, I said, “I’m home, but my wife isn’t here. Is she there with you?” She got angry. “What do you expect her to do when you have left home for all this while? Do you want her to live there all by herself? She’s here sleeping because she wanted company.”

I said thank you and hung up. I turned to my wife and said, “How many are you? You’re here and there at the same time.” She answered, “She didn’t know I was leaving. Maybe she thinks I’m still sleeping in my room.” I screamed, “Eii Yaa Rose! You and your mom think I’m a fool, right?”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I went home to put my marriage back on track, but I got there to see there was nothing to put on the track. Her dad told me he hadn’t seen his daughter in the house for weeks, meanwhile her mother was on the defensive. Her dad told me, “My son, you’re a man. Bring her back to live with her mom. She doesn’t want the marriage the way you want it, and I don’t think it’s going to change.”

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Her dad knew a lot, but he wasn’t going to tell me, and I understood him. If I had been bold enough to stand my ground for only a traditional marriage, our divorce would have been easier. But as I write this, by law we are not divorced, but traditionally, we are no longer married. We are going through the processes. Soon it will all be over.

—Abraham

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