My secret about to kill me – the child my husband thinks is his son, my boyfriend wants him back – part 5
And my nightmare came to life. Grace came back, dancing, flaunting her lab result to my face.
She kept calling everyone that she was pregnant.
She set the phone to loud speaker, to make sure that I heard everything.
I felt so worthless. I couldn’t give my husband a child, while Grace who hadn’t lasted 1 month with him already gotten pregnant. Life became miserable and hopeless for me. I felt like committing suicide because I knew what her pregnancy would mean for me. I started making up my mind to leave the house for them, because I knew she would taunt me to hell with every inch of her.
So I left the sitting room and entered the kitchen, to check my pot of rice that was still on fire. And she followed me there, disrupted my cooking, pulled down my food, saying that I have no access to her kitchen anymore. That she owns the house and from henceforth, she is forbidden me from gaining access. She advised me to pack my loads of garbage and leave the house, that I have no shame, still living in the house with them.
My heart couldn’t stop crushing in tears. So I left her there, hurting and controlling myself from engaging in a fight with her.
When she was speaking with my mother inlaw. I heard everything she said.
She congratulated Grace and said she had proven her right that I was a witch and had eaten all the babies in my womb. She also advised her to clearly avoid me, that she shouldn’t even allow my shadow fall on her, that she would be coming the next day to make sure I got thrown out.
The humiliation was becoming unbearable, so I decided to step out of the house for her.
She saw that I was leaving and started booing me horribly, shouting and calling me a witch, that I will die a miserable death. That I should pack my things and leave.
The mocking and humiliation was extreme. I had no mouth to challenge her because she had been bestowed upon with the gift I have been crying unto God for years.
Most of the neighbours were around and heard everything she was hurling at me. They stared at me like someone who was wearing a torn cloth.
I decided to stay outside, to avoid losing control and engaging in any form of aggression with her. I continued staying outside, waiting for when my husband would be back, so we can go in together.
When I saw him approaching, I went to him and greeted him.
He saw the look on my face and noticed that something was amidst.
Before he could ask me what was happening and why I looked sad, I said, “congratulations”.
And his mouth which was already opened to ask me why I was looking sad made a faint smile and said “thank you”
“But why are you outside, looking sad?”
“I’m the unfortunate one. I’m been made to remember how cursed my life is, how my womb can’t bear a child. So instead of being pushed to the wall, I decided to leave the house. She is pregnant and shouldn’t be charged at.” I felt my heart so heavy and terribly hurt
“It’s ok. You did the right thing. Let’s go inside now” he held my hand as we walked inside.
The moment we got inside, Grace who had been waiting impatiently for him to return, rushed and slapped my hand off from his and pushed me aside with her body.
He clung to my husband as she led him inside.
Her mouth never got shut sharing her goodnews. But my husband wasn’t reacting in the manner I thought he would.
