Married To An Atheist - S01 E07

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Married To An Atheist - S01 E07

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H×A×L×F

Na so so I go dey post now… since the engagement dey little

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Amos and I had had another argument—the street of Abiodun heard our voice.

“What do you mean she can’t stay here?”

“Habibat, your mother has stayed longer than I expected. This isn’t what we planned.”

“Well, this is my house and I can bring in my mother whenever I want. My husband’s house. What has come over you?”…the house was on fire.

Mama heard us arguing from her room and landed in ours. She could tell Amos didn’t want her.

“My daughter, it’s okay. I don’t like how you are talking back at your husband,” she said.

“Mama, I must talk!” I retorted. “He’s the one who started it,” I said in Yoruba. “Ah-ah. What is it?”

“My decision is final, Habibat. It’s either your Mom leaves or…”

“Or what?!” I asked deeply. I was drenched with sweat, panting wildly. What has come over him? I asked out loud, “Babe, what has come over you?” I rolled my eyes and said, “This isn’t you, I must say,” I added, “Ever since you came back from London you’ve been acting weird.”

“Habibat, it’s okay!” Mom’s voice calmed me down. “It’s okay.” I could see she was almost crying.

“Mom…”

“It’s okay, my daughter. I don’t want to cause problems between you and your husband.” She said in pains.

I glared at Amos as she left, then followed her. I found her belongings already packed on reaching her room. “H-how…?”

“I was planning on telling you,”

“Telling me wh-when?”

“I noticed your husband wasn’t comfortable having me here…”

“Mama…”

“It’s okay, my dear. I know it’s the devil’s work.” She sniffed.

I hugged her and buried my head in her neck. “Everything will be fine.” I said.

Mama left our house and I watched with a broken heart. I knew Amos and I weren’t going to be the same, because he had loosened the beast in me!

{CONTINUATION}

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Amos and I had countless arguments after that. There was a time I was in the kitchen, preparing the kids’ lunch bags—for school. Amos had come in. And, with an angry look on his face had requested that I dropped them and attended to him. I wasn’t expecting what came next. He took the bags from me and threw them away when I pretended not to hear. His anger got the best of him and he gripped my arm. “A-Amos…” …all I could remember, before he flung me and I hit my head on the kitchen stand.

“Ah!” I woke up to the stinging pain.

“You’re awake,” a voice said.

“A-Amos,” I shifted in fear.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he drew closer.

“You’re sorry?” I felt my head, groaning in pain. “You’re sorry?!”

“Please forgive me.”

Tears fell from my eyes. I’d never have believed if one told me—Amos laying his fingers on me—totally out of this world. I was in our room, a wrapper covering my legs. The kids were no where in sight, getting me scared. “My kids. M .Where are they?” I asked panic-stricken, dreading Amos had done something to them.

“They’re in the living room,”

“Do they know…?”

“No.” his Adam’s apple moved, as his head turned.

“How could you do such a thing? Pushing me like that?”

“It was never what I intended,”

“Amos, haven’t I been nice to you? What changed?”

“You have been nice to me.” He got his eyes on me. “I’m so sorry, honey. I really don’t know what came over me.”

“You don’t know?” I tried not to get angry but it was hard. “Amos, you know I can deal with the fact that you’re not religious and you get angry at some point… but touching me?” I paused. “That’s just far.” I looked away, jaw clenching. Several times I had told myself that it wouldn’t reach to the level of him touching me; my heart was filled with heaviness, pain—and even more. I wanted him out of my sight, but dreaded saying it, then I found courage: “Please leave. Go!”

“B-babe?”

“If I had known you’d turn out like this, I wouldn’t have married you.” We both looked at each other, and then he left.

I sat, crying on the bed, wishing I’d be healed from the pain and never have to think of what had happened.

…then came regret