Before I decided to throw my marriage into the boondocks, everything was going well.
I lacked nothing.
I did not have to work, it was an option, not a necessity.
I had pocket money.
I went on lavish vacations or rather baecations.
The luxury goods in my closet have valued the price of a full boutique.
I was happy, got regular sex, great foot rubs, and massages.
I could be described as one of the few women who found a husband on a platter of gold.
I guessed I was positioned in the right place and time to receive him. There was only one pending question in my head.
I took the question into my marriage.
Did I deserve him?
Yemi had the opportunity to marry someone else but instead, he chose me. Rita, was a Kalabari girl whom his parents had approved of for him to marry. I remember seeing her once at a wedding. She was fair-skinned with long, thick, natural type 4 C hair. She was a medical doctor who was practicing in a private hospital. Yemi was not interested in marrying Rita, much to his parent’s dismay. Rita moved on quickly. I thought there would be drama, or she would come fighting me for Yemi, but she never did.
Yemi and I got married three years later, it was a struggle, we had broken up and made up so many times. There was only one reason why I was doing that.
Yes, I had a serious weakness for Osas. We were childhood sweethearts, and I lost my virginity to him. We did not quite work out no matter how hard I tried to force things to work. We were always in turmoil, and it took so much in me not to kill him. I caught him sleeping with my room mate from school and I cut him loose.
I never got over what happened and every opportunity I could find to contact him, I applied. Osas could not be bothered with me. He had a great supply of women at his disposal. All he had to do was tell them he was an American citizen, which was true. He was born in the US. Those women flocked to him. Every time I saw him, it was one female or another. I never saw him with the same female twice.
A few months later I met Yemi.
Yemi told me, he was going to be my husband from the very first day he saw me, and he did not fail to keep the promise despite all odds. Rita was my greatest odd.
The look on Yemi’s face as he stood in the doorway broke my heart. I could explain anything else, but I could not explain having another man in our matrimonial bed. I pulled away from Osas as I grabbed the bedsheet and wrapped it around my body. Yemi walked away, I heard the footsteps as he walked briskly down the stairs. How could I have been so careless? He never came home at this time. It seemed Murphy’s Law was operating in my life today and it would probably get worse.
I looked at Osas and pointed at the clothes we careless the on the floor and motioned to him to put his clothes on and leave my house.
Osas looked shocked.
I slid off the bed with the bedsheet draped around my body and ran barefoot down the stairs. Yemi stood in the living room facing the window. Shame engulfed me. How could I even look him in the face