When I found out we’d be asked to say at home for some time, I was extremely delighted. My hubby and I barely had time to discuss because of the nature of our jobs. You can call him “Ajala Travel” like we Yoruba people tag those that don’t sit in a place. Permit me to introduce myself to you. I am Temitayo, a wife, a mother and an Interior Decorator. I have a beautiful girl who is just eight months old. My husband and I tarried for five years before our bundle of joy came and I must say it was a trying period.
When we got married, it felt like heaven on earth. Married people can relate with this. I felt like a baby because he was always willing to help me with stuff in the house. We did almost every house chore together and it was so amazing. Two years into our marriage, we found out I couldn’t have a baby. I had an infection when I was a kid and it affected my reproductory organ. I didn’t know how serious my inability to conceive was until I got married. I watched Nollywood movies and I saw how mother-in-laws victimized their daughters-in-law and I didn’t want that to happen to me.
Truth be told, my husband and his family were supportive but can we hide our feelings? In the hard way, I realized love wasn’t enough to hold a marriage. My husband changed overnight, he became irritated at my sight, he’d stay out late deliberately to avoid having a conversation with me. I couldn’t waste that time, I moved closer to God who I believed had my spare part. I can’t count the number of church programs I attended. My faith was kindled when I read the story of a 58-year-old woman who put to bed. I still had a womb, it was just ineffective.
One night, I cried out to God in our bedroom, I guess my husband heard and felt sober. That night, we made our baby and after nine months, joy was restored into my home. I’m sure you think the story ends here, right? This became worse! You guys won’t believe he was cheating on me the whole time. He rented another apartment and was partially married to another woman. I was able to drive her out of his life with my prayers but I still haven’t won his heart (I’ve not stopped praying). Stormie Omartian’s book, The Power of a Praying Woman gave me a new outlook on how to gain my husband’s favour on my knees and I haven’t stopped praying.
Back to where I started from! I’m alone with him now, COVID-19 has compelled him to stay at home with his daughter and I and our house is as silent as a graveyard save our daughter’s tears and my lullaby. We barely talk, he doesn’t eat my food, he only plays with our baby. I see the hatred in his eyes, he can’t stand me. He works, sleeps and stays glued to his phone for hours. I’m beginning to think I am a piece of furniture.
I don’t know why I am sharing my story, I’m sure many women out there are in my situation. How do you guys cope? The isolation is not favouring everyone, I am certain he can’t wait for it to be called off.
I need your contributions.