The Wife; Her Love, Her Madness

She turned startled and found him at the door way staring at her. With hearts beating wildly out of fear, mind rehearsing how to protect her head and her pregnancy. She managed to mutter with a stutter
‘Did you need something?’
‘You!’
‘You want me to get something for you?’
He closed the gap between them and embraced her.
‘I’m sorry.Be my wife again’ then descended his head for a kiss. Bile rose to her throat. All she wanted to do was push him away. Her side still bruised from the hitting. Her long shiny hair scraped from the scalp from the pulling. Her shame evident to neighbors but like a dutiful wife as mum said you don’t deny your husband sex no matter what. She faked the moan as he caressed her breast and open her legs as he parted them. His muttering of you are so sweet and i have missed this gave little satisfaction. All she thought about was he really sorry or was it sex talking then off to plans of the next day as the rhythmic dance came to an end accompanied with a groan and a snore.

The days passed fast and calmness returned but as much as she dared to hope, the nagging feeling persisted. Things didn’t look like it was going to change. This relationship was taking a toll on her. Baby Nathan wasn’t sleeping well. these days he woke with a scream and cry. I have to see Pastor Ben.

‘Sister, the devil like a roaring lion moves to and fro looking for whom to devour. Divorce is not your option O, what God has joined together let no man put asunder.’
‘But sir the last time he attempted strangling me and i passed out and he is cheating on me. Isn’t that a criteria for divorce?’
‘Watch and pray my sister and embark on a fast. Be submissive. Whatever he says or does, keep quiet. He is the head of the home.Fast and pray my sister’.kneel, let me pray for your family.

Two months after she was nursing a heavy slap that cut an eye. The more she thought about it, the more the tears couldn’t stop. ‘I shouldn’t have asked him who Bisi was. Now he would have been home. Where was he? What was he doing?’ Fear gripped her heart for as much as she resented him sometimes she still loved him.
‘ I don’t want to lose my home Father she muttered looking unto heaven. Please, bring him home. Tears poured as she knelt in prayer

Washing with a protruding belly and startled by the sudden loud knock on the door.
‘The Lord has not given us the spirit of fear’ she muttered as she rose with difficulty to find out who it was.
‘What took you so long he rudely brushed past her?’
‘I was washing’
‘Bring my food’
A look of disgust greeted her as she came in tray in hand housing his favorite pounded yam and egusi soup.As he ate, she watched him trying to decipher his mood.
‘I need your permission for something’
‘What?’
‘I can’t really do most of the house chores in my condition. Please,can i invite my sister over?’
‘You are lazy that’s what is wrong with you.You don’t plan and you have no organisational skill.What i saw and married i still wonder.You will have do it yourself that’s the way you will learn’.

He continued eating hungrily and then as usual rose with the dignity of a king leaving the dishes muttering you can’t even cook.Without thinking she returned sharply
‘I can’t cook but you finished the food to the last mole’.
‘You did’t ask if we have eaten or where the money came from’
‘I lack organisational skill but your clothes are sorted and your house always clean’
‘I don’t know value for money but you borrow mine and never return’.
‘You dare talk to me that way?’ he roared as his hand struck head and legs struck belly.
she woke up the next day in the hospital to see his remorse tear stained face and his mother.

‘My daughter wetin happen?’ she asked five days later in a family meeting.
‘na ya fault na’ she relied after the narration.
‘So wetin come happen say en get another woman. Na African man na. At least en never carry the woman come house.That means en still respect you as the wife.’
‘Tell her not to talk to me like that again because if she does i will beat her again’.
‘You don hear. Leave him alone. Make yourself happy. Na man get house.Whatever he says don’t’ be angry. Anger no be good character for woman. Oya, kneel down beg am’

Silence enveloped the house thereafter and resentment grew. Work that gave a little sanity lately held no appeal. The owing of salaries and the impudence of a boss was making it difficult to breath. Church held no appeal, all they wanted was money, money, money. With prayer daily on her lips and heart she looked pale and worn out. Eric went on as normal. Coming home whenever he liked. Smelling of female perfume sharing a laughter and attention for the female on the other end of the line. Sometimes he went straight for the clitoris and every hesitation to open the legs fast enough was reprimanded then she noticed the bleeding one morning. With fear for her child, she rushed to the hospital and news greeted her after the induction was the baby didn’t make it.

Too tired too cry or mourn and the rigors of it all didn’t register with the man she called husband. Life was hell and with one purpose only she made his favorite food dancing to the music that played only in her head accompanied occasionally with a laugh. She made it exactly the way he liked it only with something different, she added something that ensured he will sleep; sleep and never wake.



10 thoughts on “The Wife; Her Love, Her Madness” by rosy (@Rosey)

  1. Hmmmmm! I would have enjoyed it more if you haven’t rushed it. nice story tho, wife battering and infidelity. I’m happy he got what he deserves at the end.

  2. So thrilling I think I will repent and be a faithful man to my girl friend

  3. Two things that get me excited when I’m about to write is either a title or a good cover picture and your title was the bomb!!!
    Try using the correct quotation marks liek the double one. (“) it helps readers seprate the dialoluge from the when the MC is speaking. The single marks don’t do it when your spacing isnt right. watch out for that also. Now the story.

    ‘Did you need something?’
    ‘You!’
    ‘You want me to get something for you?’
    He closed the gap between them and embraced her.
    ‘I’m sorry.Be my wife again’ then descended his head for a kiss. Bile rose to her throat.

    Not realistic… especially this part.. “I’m sorry. be my wife again.” sounded stiff.

    Watch your tenses also.. Here, “Baby Nathan wasn’t sleeping well. these days he woke with a scream and cry. (I have to see Pastor Ben.) Was that part about the pastor her thoughts??? Who is the MC?

    Here, (Two months after she was nursing a heavy slap that cut an eye….) A slap cuts an eye??? Or you could have said that brisued her eyes or left it swallon.. or blood filled…

    Here…. (You dare talk to me that way?’ he roared as his hand struck head and legs struck belly.) I don’t get it at all… Are you saying he hit her head and her stomach?

    Here… (‘My daughter wetin happen?’ she asked five days later in a family meeting.
    ‘na ya fault na’ she relied after the narration.) Coversation is stiff here. I’m sure the mother owuld have showed some emotions at first. her daughter woke u in the hospital… she can’t just say “na your fault na….instantly.

    I’m sory… I did not mean to pick at your work… but the title to this story was so flawless and I wished you’d taken more time to present this amazing story well. I was so going to help you re-edit the whole story but I gotta run to class now… If you don’t mind.. I don’t either you can contact me and we’ll get this reconstructed… keep writing Rosy.

  4. (@ROSEY) Did you write this? Kool.Won’t comment on the errors cos (@ufuomaotebele): as done a classy job on that. Just don’t rush it next time.

    Keep on writing.

  5. She should have just left, no excuse for murder.
    People shouldn’t stay in abusive relationships.

  6. Beautiful story. @ufuomaotebele misunderstood the ‘mother’ part…the mother reprimanding her wasn’t her mum, it was the husband’s mother. I think that kinda justifies the mama’s speech.
    In Nigeria, divorce isn’t as simple as in european countries. Only few foreign ladies would endure this kind of abuse, it doesn’t take a day to file a case!

    PS: Some russian women endure in silence even dying during beating because the women are so many than the men. It would be good if men are sentenced to long jail terms for “wife abuse…” You hardly hear husbands going to jail for ‘wife abuse’ though…sth needs to be done
    Well done, keep writing.

  7. Now here is the thing: “Real Men Respect Women”.
    Wife battering and abuse is not a sign of strength at all.
    But them, she should have simply left him at any slight chance.
    Men should learn from the story. There’s a limit any woman can take. One thing women beaters take for granted is the power of women…she could have easily poisoned him from day one…
    Nice write dear…the errors have been noted already. #Keepimproving

  8. as @ufuomaotebele said, the title drew me in. I always fall for the good titles everytime. It reminded me of T.D. Jakes, “The Lady, her lover and her Lord”.
    Proofread and proofread yet again. It always helps to clean up your work.
    I believe so much in the institution of marriage, but only when it is done right. No woman should endure this; get out before he kills you…

  9. Reading the story over and over again, an unsatisfactory emotion of an incomplete work sets in but am glad to have these wonderful comments that breeds room for growth.
    @Aderonke: thanks for the comments
    @Ajele: your life; your choice. be convinced you wanna change.
    @Ufuoma: thank you for your comment. i look forward to it and the re-edit process. concerning one of your complains. Praize helped clarify it
    @Onome: i did write it. thank you for your comment
    @Amina: thank you for your comment and i concur with what you wrote but realistically how many women leave an abusive relationship. our society frowns at it.
    @Praize: thank you for your comments and your clarification.
    @Chime: i love that ‘ real men respect women’
    @Folakemi: thank you

  10. I guess @ufuomaotebele has said it all (as usual) but always remember to edit over and over again. I once read that there is nothing like good writing, only good re-writing. Great title, by the way.

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