WHY DID I GET MARRIED? (Part 8)

“Sweetheart I hope you’re not too tired, I would like to discuss something with you,” I said to my husband a few minutes after he finished dinner, hoping to hint him about my discussion with Buchi.

“Babe I’m very tired, please can this discussion wait till tomorrow?” he asked pleadingly

I just needed to get this done with as soon as possible and I didn’t want it to push it into another day so I decided to press further.

“Sweet, it won’t take too long na mbok,” I tried to charm him with words as I caressed his chest.

“Kaykay, you don’t know how tired I am. I really need to get some sleep immediately because I’ll be leaving very early tomorrow morning for an urgent man board meeting,” he replied as he starting rising from his position on the couch in the sitting room.

“Oh dear” I pressed further, “ a few minutes before you doze off won’t hurt na, it’s a bit urgent,” I added as I gently pulled his hand in a bid to remain calm since he was the first person I was sharing this gist with.

“Is it about your importation business?” he asked as he corked his head making it obvious that he was less interested.

“Well, yes it is though….” He didn’t let me finish.

“Kokoma, I thought we agreed that we will put that on hold for now? Why are you bringing it up again knowing the money is not available? Please let me get some rest. I have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow.”

“Henshaw, calm down na, you didn’t even let me land,” I said angrily.

“Good night Kokoma,” he said as he made straight for the bedroom without even looking back.

To say I was pissed by his response would an understatement. What kind of man is this?

Has his work suddenly become more important than his family, or me? So I’m no longer the most important person in his life? So something else has taken my place?

I don’t blame him. I blame myself for believing all those sweet words all these years. If I had not married him he won’t be treating me like this.

Anyway, I refuse to be a liability. I will start my business with or without his consent and I will make my own money and stop depending on him.

He can keep his money for all I care.

That night I slept in the guest room. 

That's if I was able to catch any sleep all through the night. I just ended up soaking my pillow with tears as I kept asking myself a million times, ”Why did I get married?”

© Onyinye Udeh