I’m here now and I’m very happy to be with my husband again. He looks well but very stressed. All the pressure he went through to ensure my relocation is really telling on him and I’m feeling all of it.
The past six months has been grueling. From the constant video calls confirming where I was per time to all the nights I had to stay up so we could phone cuddle, you know, the timezone difference wahala. We have been through hell and back. We just got married, fellas, and he left just after the wedding. So we had to do everything we could to keep us from falling apart even before the journey begins.
I’m barely two days here and my head is already aching. My husband has been going through a lot alone and he has kept them all away from me. He said he did that because he didn’t want to add to my burden back home. But I know it is partly because he is a face-to-face kind of person. If it means so much to him, then he can not fully and freely talk about it over the phone.
So I’m here and I’m finding his attachment to certain people very odd. He calls them family yet they grab every opportunity they get to take advantage of him. I know my husband; whenever he agrees to execute any task or project, he won’t rest until it is achieved. Is this not why his ‘aunty’ took advantage of him too while he was back there in Naija? The nigga put his life, his car, his time and every other resource on the line to ensure that the her house project was completed. He even borrowed from a lot of loan platforms just so the project won’t crash on his hands. She kept making demands on delayed financial commitment.
And now, it is all happening again. But I just got here na. Shouldn’t they, at least, say welcome o Iyawo wa before they start stressing me? They are stressing me because any harm to him is harm to me.
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