MY HUSBAND’S TRUE LOVE... AND IT’S NOT ME

The next night, it didn’t happen again.

And the next next night.

And 3 days became 5 days.

And 5 days became one week.

I was still a virgin even one month after my marriage.

I blamed that lady in red dress. Maybe she was the reason why my husband could not sleep with me, because he wanted more. More balloons in front and at the back. And I had neither.

What was a wife supposed to do?

I could not nag or complain. My father would always tell me that a nagging wife chases her husband away.

And I couldn’t seduce him because that would make me lose my dignity.

And there was only one thing I needed to do to solve this chaos. I checked his phone.

I scrolled through his Whatsapp messages to see if I could find the lady in red dress’ number to see what she was doing right that I was doing wrong.

And you know what? That was the biggest mistake I ever made.

Because...

“Alhaji.” I looked at him with trembling eyes as he got out of the bathroom.

He froze at the sight of his phone unlocked in my hand. “Hajiya-”

“You like men?”

I didn’t know if it was the disgusted look on my face that made him freak out, but something did make him freak out to get defensive.

At first, he screamed at me for reading his messages, without denying my statement. Then he pushed me to the bed and threw his towel away from his waist.

Then and there, he tried to “prove” to me that I was wrong by finally having sex with me.

It was horrible. It was very very painful. I begged him to stop but he continued harder.

After what felt like an eternity of torture, he removed his manhood and it became soft real fast. And that was how the sex ended.

No water coming out of it, no pleasure.

No one told me the first time of sex would be that painful. I regretted it all. Sex was overrated. Marriage was overrated.

All my fantasies about sex went down the drain. Everything I’ve been taught about with sex; the tension, the euphoria, the pleasure and the explosives were a big fat lie.

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One month became two months and two months became six months.

My husband and I never had sex since the night he tried to “prove” his sexuality. But it didn’t work because the truth became clearer and clearer with time.

He would go out late at night and come back around 4 or 5 am. Sometimes he wouldn’t come back at all till the next evening.

I knew what he was doing. I knew where he was getting his manly pleasures from. Another man.

Marriage was hard. No. My marriage was hard.

It got worse when we went to family gatherings. The way our parents started asking when we will get pregnant. How was I supposed to know when my husband cannot touch me talkless of releasing his water inside of me?

All this while, I was wrong about the lady in red dress.

It wasn’t the lady in red dress that made his eyes dance in enthusiasm at the wedding. It was her husband.

The man in the blue suit. He was my husband’s lover.

I later found out they attended the same all-boys boarding school. He was my husband’s senior and they were lovers in secondary school. They still are.

I was sick to my stomach every time I thought about it. It wasn’t just the thought of him liking another man, it was the fact that he dragged me into all this.

He had used me as his mask in order to get accepted into the society.

He knew that if he didn’t get married on time, his secret will be out there.

At this point, there was nothing more seducing to my husband than another woman’s husband.

I had three options to deal with this situation; sleep with another man, divorce him, or kill him.

And I chose the last one.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. All characters, locations, organizations and incidents appearing in this article are fictitious.

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