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.
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