A woman has recounted how her mother destroyed her home by having an illicit affair with her husband right in her home.
Life is such an unending drama. At times I wonder if there is
anything like true happiness.
We always have one part of our lives where
the sadness is springing forth from. There is this popular belief that
we only find perfect peace when we die. This point of my life prompts
me to face the ultimate fear of every human being which is death.I am
35-year old woman from Port Harcourt. I met my husband, Alfred during my
days in the bank. He was a regular customer and after a disagreement
with him one day while the bank’s server was experiencing issues, we
became friends. One thing led to another and we started dating which
later led to our marriage a year later. My mother, 59, who is a widow
never saw anything good about Alfred. She criticized every bit of his
life. This almost ruined our plans to get married but I stood my ground
not really because I love him but I was 33 years old with much pressure
to get hooked as my friends in my age range were already having kids. It
was a golden opportunity for me and I couldn’t afford to lose him. I
was scared of being lonely for the rest of my life which is a normal
feeling among over-age single ladies.
In the course of interrogating my mother on her stark hatred for
Alfred, I realized she made no sense with her random reasons which I
found incomprehensible. One of her reasons was that Alfred is tall, fair
and handsome which constitutes the major attributes of infidelity in
marriage as other women will signify interest in him. I laughed this
off. Alfred is a wonderful guy. He is quite shy but very soft and
caring. Even though I had my fears about other women trying to steal him
from him, I remained defiant and prepared to secure what is mine.
After our first child; a very handsome boy, I was retrenched from the
bank as a result of the regular restructuring process and cash crunch
issues. I started selling shoes at the store. My mom assisted in taking
care of my baby at home.
My mother’s presence at our home worsened the relationship between
her and Alfred, she seized every available opportunity to insult him
which didn’t go down well with me. At a point I almost hired a nanny to
relieve my mom of her duties but people advised me against the decision.
My mom didn’t seem happy staying with us but she never left which
bothered me and I wasn’t bold enough to tell her to go as I am her only
child who have been with her since my father passed away 10 years
ago.One day, our neighbour who stays in the opposite flat came to my
stall and advised me against letting my mom stay in the house. My
neighbour is a full time housewife who is quite popular in the
neighbourhood for gossiping. Her reasons were not clear. She said
letting her stay is detrimental to my marriage and with time the signs
will manifest. I pestered her on her reasons and she revealed my husband
comes home from work in the afternoon virtually everyday to stay with
my mother in the house during which some loud moaning of pleasure are
heard. According to her, she isn’t sure of the woman but from the voice
and movements, its my mom. What an impossibility! Our flats seem close
and sometimes, you could hear what is happening at the next flat from my
room. I couldn’t believe it considering the strained relationship
between them. I was so annoyed. I almost beat her up. I angrily sent her
away.
On a second thought, I placed both of them under surveillance and
didn’t observe anything strange. During my observations, my mother
almost slapped Alfred for mistakenly spilling our baby’s food. I was so
unimpressed with my mother’s disrespect for Alfred. He swore he was
going to eject her from the house but I pleaded. This was the
confirmation of my the falsehood behind my neighbour’s claim but my only
concern was that Alfred wasn’t bothering me for s*x anymore. He was
staying for over a month without lovemaking and no complaints. Its
unusual as his libido could be unbearable at times. Even when I make
moves at night, he complains of being tired. His weak points were his
nipples, once you suck them, he gets ‘enraged’ like a lion ready to
devour its prey but they were inactive.
One day I had to give him a head on a lengthy note to put him in the
mood and even when he got hard. He couldn’t exceed one round. This is
someone that could take a woman on as long as she wants. My husband is
from Akwa Ibom for crying out loud and their men are famous for their
sexual prowess. He gave his current work schedule as an excuse which I
found suspicious and disturbing. An average Akwa Ibom man could pick a
beautiful woman over a huge sum of money to start a business. They
believe money can always be exhausted in the course of spending but the
woman will always be there to bring pleasure and happiness.I received
the shock of my life two months later when I forgot some fancy shoes I
brought from Dubai which I wanted to deliver to my customer at home. It
was 1pm in the afternoon. I left my salesgirl at the stall and rushed
home because the woman was disappointed after fantasizing about the
pictures of the shoes I sent to her via Whatsapp. I drove home and
parked my car outside. I shockingly saw my husband’s car at the garage.
This was someone that left home before me. I was bothered. The feeling
reminded me of my undergraduate days when you visit the scoreboard to
check your result in a course that was rumoured to have recorded a mass
failure. I was terrified with the words of my neighbour ringing in my
head. The main door wasn’t locked. My husband’s shoes, shirt and singlet
were littered around the sitting room. Our son was sleeping on the
sofa. I quietly moved up the staircase with my shoes off to prevent any
sound from my movements. From the staircase, I could hear some intense
moaning and groaning. It was like a battlefield. Lo and behold, the
sounds were from my own mother and my husband who I assumed were
stalemates.I never knew my mother was still sexually active. She was
screaming and uttering all sorts of words associated with ecstacy.
I got closer to where the noises were coming from, it was our
bedroom, my matrimonial bed. I wished it was a dream. I was begging for
someone to wake me up so that I could pray over it. I felt the ground
should open and swallow me. The door wasn’t closed. My husband and my
mother were stark n*ked and he was heavily humping her from behind as
they backed me. My heart broke when my mother muttered statements like:
”I love you! I wish I met you first!! You are too sweet!!!”
”My daughter doesn’t deserve you! I love you!! Alfred baby!!! Alfred oooo!!!!”
I screamed so loud. They were scared to death on sighting me. The
next time I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital. I was told I passed
out. My life is so miserable right now. I don’t know where to start
from. My sickness currently is from the mind. Alfred has been coming to
beg but the sight of him complicates my problem. I don’t ever want to
set my eyes on him and my mother again. I feel for our son that will
become a product of a broken home. I am so confused. I have begged the
doctors for mercy killing but they have refused. I think I am going
insane.
The emotional pains are too much for me to bear. Alfred revealed to
me via a lengthy email that my mom seduced him long ago while he
desperately sought to make friends with her for the sake of our
marriage. That’s no just reason for him to be sleeping with my own
mother.
That’s a curse. I am so confused. Where do I go from here?