Hello, Davina diaries,
Thanks for the opportunity to post my story. My name is Nse and this is how my marriage ended. First off, I have been an ardent reader of your blog, so kudos to you.
I met my husband when attending an interview for a job. We hit off while we waited for the Human Resource personnel. There were other candidates of course but Tunji and I seemed to connect. He got the job while I didn’t. He was there for me, encouraging me to check other places and all that. It was really hard getting a job.
I eventually got one in my field, the pay wasn’t much but it was great for a start. Tunji, on the other hand, seemed to be doing better. We kept in touch and saw each other like twice in a month. He asked me out soon enough. I was elated because I was really into him.
He soon moved out of his family house into his own apartment. I regularly visited him as much as my job would allow. I would say that we had a smooth courtship, hardly quarrelled and all that.
I decided to run an advanced studies course at one of the institutions. I told Tunji about it and he said I shouldn’t yet because he had gained admission to study abroad. He needed funds to help him meet up the deadline for payment. This was someone who earned far more than I did. He told me I could always do my advance studies even after we were married. I gave him the money I had saved up.
He travelled successfully. He was there for a year and then came back to marry me formally. I was happy because I felt I had met the one for me. After the wedding ceremonies, he only stayed for about two months before travelling back again.
I got pregnant during those two months. We were in communication while I awaited the birth of my baby. All was smooth until I noticed that he began to delay sending me money. I wondered what was up. He would only send money if I put pressure on him.
Shortly before my baby was born, he returned to witness her birth. That was when I noticed changes in him. He had become proud, talking loosely and all that; we fought regularly over every little thing. It seemed I was seeing his true colours for the first time. He would taunt me and say I wasn’t sexy.
This led me to labour even before my actual due date. My blood pressure rose. He stayed in the hospital only long enough for my baby to be born then disappeared. When I was discharged, he came around to take me home. Eventually, he travelled back after a month. I was left to care for my child with the help of my family of course.
What broke the camel’s back was when I discovered he had gotten someone pregnant while I was heavily pregnant. He had been unfaithful in the short time he stayed in the country. The woman in question stormed my house and told me they had been together even before we got married. She told me he didn’t love me and that I shouldn’t bother waiting for him.
I insulted her and ordered her out of my house. Then I called Tunji and he confirmed what she said. I was shattered and nearly died of depression. My friends told me it was juju at work.
I was too tired to fight and my baby was the top priority. After his studies, he returned to the woman’s house and not ours. He told me to accept the other woman and live in peace but I was over it.
I moved out of the house and months later filed for a divorce. I’m hoping and praying that God will help me through this trying time. It’s only been three months since the divorce was made final but I still pray that if its juju, it will wear out and he will come back to me.