BlogVisitor's Wife Replies ''My Mum Has Ended My Marriage To The Man I love''''

  

Do you remember the story of the man who slapped his wife after she slapped him with bathroom slippers?
He went on further with his family members to try and reconcile with his wife and that meeting turned out to be the final straw that broke the marriage,there was a bloody fight!

This is the first story of how his wife slapped him and he slapped back...click here if you missed it

This is the dirty fight that broke the camels back and hubby filed for divorce..click here if you missed the story


The wife has contacted me and told her own side of the story....Please read it



My name is ****** and I beg you to please protect my privacy. I got your address through a colleague, and I feel I can unburden my heart to you.
 It has finally happened to me, what I never thought would happen. My marriage of only two years is about to end. My husband is about to divorce me.
I married a good man who made me happy. For two years I had a home, I was a wife and I could have been a good mother. But I let it all slip away because I was too blind, too trusting, so naive..
Why, oh why didn’t I see this coming? If only I had handled things differently. If only I hadn’t listened to my friends. If only I had stood up to my mother. If only I had listened to my elder sister, but no, how can I believe my own mother does not have my best interest at heart? How?
Oh sure, I keep up a brave front at the office and among my colleagues, but alone at night, in the darkness of my room, the regrets come and I cry bitter tears.

I am so lonely. Loneliness more than anything, is killing me. There’s nobody to talk to. My mother is not my friend. She just used me to take her “revenge” on men for the “evils” they did her. We don’t talk any more. And my friends are not my “friend” either. All they are waiting for is my divorce just to satisfy their feminist ego. But how can they talk about divorce just like that? Do they know what it means? Do they even care how I feel? Am I not the one who was married for two years? Am I not the one who knew what I experienced? How come I am  the one not allowed to make any decisions about my own life?
I can’t even pray. I’m so tired, so ashamed. What else would I ask God for? I got a good man, but I can’t hold on to him. What else would God do for me?

Aunty Stella I am scared. There is something final about divorce, just like death. I look at the future, it’s so blank. I don’t want my marriage to die, not like this. Femi (my husband) is not a monster. He tried so hard. I was the one who is to blame. I was the one who got anger problems. I was the one who got angry because of ordinary 50K. I was the one who said hurtful things. I was the one who hit him first with my slippers. I don’t blame him for slapping me. He’s only human. Left to ourselves we would have worked things out, but no, my mother hijacked the whole situation and twisted it to her own ends, just to prove herself right that men are the devil. Now I understand why my sister hates her so.

The judge was merciful and gave us 60 days to try and work things out. But how? HOW? Femi will not speak to me, neither will any of his family members, after the way my mother humiliated and kicked them out on June 15 at our reconciliation meeting. My Pastor and everybody I appealed to would not intervene without my mother’s involvement and my mother would rather die than get involved. She wants the divorce, so I can meet “better men” out there. If only Dad is still alive.

So here I am. crying my heart out, watching the days go by, watching my time run out. Oh God, please help me.
*please forgive my mistakes. I usually type better than this*

What do i do?I am in a mess-

xoxoxoxox


*tears in my eyes*
*if anyone cusses her out instead of replying constructively i will not enable the comment*
*Madam can you allow an authentic man of God to wade into this matter?