If you haven’t read the first part of this story, here’s the link. Kindly read it before starting this one.

The one at the hall was the first to go. I didn’t see when he removed it. I checked one day and it wasn’t there. I didn’t ask any questions. I didn’t act worried. I kept going on with my life as if I didn’t know what was going on. One evening he made a comment. He said, “Why is it that when I’m home you don’t do those things?” I asked, “What those things?” He said, “Forget it.” I said, “No I’m interested. I want to know what you’re talking about. What don’t I do?” He talked about food. He said he ate some food from the fridge that he hadn’t eaten before. “I’m only asking why you don’t cook it often.”

I laughed in my head. When you take the crab for a fool, God watches your ass. I kept living my life without bothering about his camera issues. He acted well when he returned from his travels. He brought me gifts. He took me out. We went to a place where they played a live band. He asked me to dance. I said, “You want me to embarrass myself here?” He said, “ Stop pretending I know you can dance.” I said, “You know I can dance? Apart from church that you usually see me dancing to choir songs, where else did you see me dancing? I can’t dance.” He said, “On our wedding day you danced, remember?” I said, “That was for the show.”

Things came back to normal. He called me “Dear” and I called him “Babe.” One night the light issue came back again. I called him on the phone. “Babe, the light is doing its things again.” He asked, “What is it doing?” I told him, “The whole area has their lights back on except us. This is the second time. We need to do something about it.” He said, “Call Elvis or he’s not there?” I said, “He did it the first time and it has come again. I want a professional to look at it.” He said, “Ok, get him to fix it for tonight. Tomorrow you can report it to the landlord so he can bring his electricians to look at it.”

Elvis came around. He had it fixed. He said there was something we had to change on the board for it to work properly. The next day, I bought it and he came to fix it for us. I told him about it. He was ok. When he came back home the following weekend, the camera in the bedroom also disappeared. I saw him when he picked it but I didn’t question him. When he had gone back to his station, I asked him, “Babe, did you remove the radios in the house?” He said, “Yeah, why?” I said, “They came to mind. I’ve been looking around for them but I can’t find them.” He said, “I realized you don’t use them so I brought them here.” 

Everything was fine between us but I was worried about the whole incidence. I was waiting for him to start it so I tell him my worries. I planned on what to say if he brought the topic. I planned on what to do if he confessed about the cameras. But from the way things were going, I realized he was not going to talk about it. I needed someone to talk to. I usually act like I don’t care but things get to me. “Or I should discuss it with him? I should call him and tell him that I was embarrassed about his mistrust in me. We can’t sweep this under carpet. By all means, we need to discuss it.” I thought. 

READ ALSO: In Love, We Win Some And We Lose Some. May Our Wins Take Us To The Altar

I couldn’t start a topic he himself hadn’t bothered about so I decided to rather talk to someone else about it. I was with my mother one weekend and decided to explain the whole incident to her. She asked, “So he was watching you from where he lives?” I said, “I don’t know how it works but he got to see whatever I did in the house.” She said, “Count it as a blessing that he did something about it. Some men wouldn’t do anything about it but will accuse your every move and make life uncomfortable for you. At least, he had gotten the evidence and he’s satisfied in his own mind that there’s nothing going on. That in itself is a huge victory.” 

“So, I shouldn’t ask him about it?”

“What for? You can’t stop the rain from falling down even if it enters your room. But when it stops, you can go to your farm and plant your crops. He had removed those things that spy on you. Go ahead and prove to him that you’re worthy of his trust. When someday he brings the topic to the table. You can discuss it. He’s fine in his conscience now. Let that remain.” Mom made a lot of sense. I agreed not to ask him but that didn’t stop me from wondering what could have been if we indeed talked about it. 

Our marriage looks brand new. The fogs had been cleared. It sparkles when it faces the sun. I’m enjoying it. I love the fact that he’s putting in more effort than he used to. The gifts. The outings. The request for me to dance at any given time. Those things were not there. It started coming into the marriage when the spy cameras left the room. I can count it as all joy and just as my mother said, I will plant my crops and see what happens on the day of harvest. 

–Asantewa

Do you have any relationship experience to share? Email it to [email protected]

NOTE: NO PART OF THIS CONTENT CAN BE REPUBLISHED OR REPRODUCED IN ANY FORM WITHOUT THE EXPLICIT CONSENT OF THE EDITORS OF THIS BLOG.