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Re[story] Misplaced trust (true life story) episode 5

Misplaced trust (true life story) episode 5 Read below~

His efforts to save our marriage were impressive

but the problem was that my heart had fallen

prey to morbid fear and paranoia.

I found myself thinking every time he was away

from me that he was with another woman. To

drive home my plight, my mind daily tethered on

the fringes of hysteria.

Slowly I started denying him s-x occasionally and

began to starve him at home. Before long the

love I had in my heart for him was replaced with

bitterness and disregard. Fear completely ate me

up and I fell into darkness.

To save our marriage I began to read his e-mails

and went through his phone to prove to myself

that he was not cheating on me, however the

more I dug into his life, the more I found clues

that perhaps there was another woman

somewhere sleeping with my husband when he

was not at home.

When my heart could not take it anymore, I

packed my stuffs and moved out of his house.

He fought like a bull to keep me from leaving

him, he cried, swore and even threatened to

commit suicide, but my heart was no longer with

him. Living with him was driving me insane.

After I left him, almost every night I cried myself

to sleep. I would wake up in the morning and

found my pillow wet.

Many times I thought that I gave up too easily

and abandoned what mattered the most to me.

But I was too afraid of Dayo dumping me in the

long run, so I slipped into my old self who

perfected the art of rejecting men’s advances and

cried about it all night long.

A month after I moved out of Dayo’s house I

found out I was pregnant, so I called his mother

and told her.

She must have told Dayo, because he did

everything he could to see me but I refused to

see him, even though I cried about that.

When I made up my mind to leave his house, I

convinced my superiors at work to move me to

another branch of the company both of us

worked for. My request was swiftly considered

given the good relationship I enjoyed with my

bosses.

So for Dayo to see me was difficult, and I made

sure it stayed that way for long.

I wasn’t sure if what I was doing was right.

Everyone told me I was being stupid, including

my parents. My father was particularly angry

with me for throwing my marriage away.

On several occasions he called demanding I

move back to my husband’s house. Each time I

tried to explain my plight to him he would shut

me up, yelling at me.

My Mother summoned meetings to get me to

move back to Dayo’s house, but I wouldn’t

budge.

After some time, it seemed everyone cut me a

slack and allowed me to follow my way. Even

Dayo who called me off-the-hook, strangely went

silent. The only person who stayed in touch with

me was Dayo’s mum. She continued to treat me

as though I had not left her son’s house. She was

exceptionally nice to me and that made me feel

guilty.

Things further deteriorated about the eighth

month of my pregnancy. Dayo’s mother had

called to know how I was doing; as usual I was

in tears. She decided to drive down to my house

to see me.

I had not let any of Dayo’s relative know where I

was living. However, because of how much

Dayo’s mum cared for me, I sent my address to

her.

About an hour later she was in my house. She

didn’t like the way I looked. Living alone I had to

do everything for myself.

That evening, I had not much to eat and was too

tired to fix a meal for myself. Dayo’s mother

offered to cook for me, but on a second thought

she decided to go buy me food.

About a minute after she left my living room, I

heard a loud cry at the staircase. It was Dayo’s

mum. I ran out in panic, clutching my protruding

tummy……….

To be contined.

Posted by on January 19, 2019.

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