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Ours was a peaceful marriage for a few years as I tried all my possible best to make it work. Olufemi was caring during the first three months of our union and changed drastically all of a sudden. It turned out that he was jobless and only lied that he worked with a popular company in Lagos. So the home responsibility fell on my shoulder, I had to cater for the home upkeep since I was gainfully employed in one of the biggest banks in the country and doing quite well for myself. I fend for the house with no complaint and there were times I would have to buy things to give to my inlaws and mother in Femi’s name because I wanted my husband to be seen as caring and generous. Six months into my marriage, I discovered that Olufemi was a cheat and have received threat messages from neighbours warning that my husband either leave them or their relatives alone. Despite all these, I would still lie to my friends about how loving my husband was and how I was lucky to have marrie...

“You cooked and it got burnt. How could you? Your mates are in their husband’s houses with two or three kids and you’re here eating my food and yet ordinary jollof rice, you burnt. This house cannot contain the both of us. One of us must leave to give another’ space.” My mother said Exactly the drama that unfolds if my mother’s other side took the positive side of her, she would shout and I would have to hide myself behind the door of our one room apartment to prevent myself from being seen by passers-by and neighbours. I usually hid my face in shame or sometimes wished that the ground would open and swallow me. It was a tough battle, it got tougher when my younger sister got married before me. Maybe I would have endured John’s cheating behaviour or perhaps endured Ayo’s stingy nature. Or maybe I had been too harsh in my decision making. Maybe if I had overlooked the bad side of these two or any of my exes, perhaps I would have been miserably or happily married  and ...