LOVE STORY

MY HUSBAND AND I HATE EACH OTHER

By the time she marked her 40th birthday; Helen had been married for only 10 years but had gone grey like a 60-year-old.

Married to a handsome man and with two lovely children, she was the envy of spinsters. “But I don’t feel married and I want to walk out of this marriage,” she confessed sadly.

A successful businesswoman, she travelled on vacation to numerous cities with her children and the family lived in a palatial mansion in a highbrow area in Lagos.

“I believe I never knew Albert well enough before agreeing to marry him. I must have fallen for his good looks and we courted for two months. Then, I was almost 30, had experienced disappointment from many men and I had given up on marriage.

“He proposed the same week we met and because he was presentable and had prospects, I accepted due to the fact that my parents had put pressure on me to get married,” she recalled.

Their wedding was a talk-of-the-town (Helen worked in an oil company and Albert was a banker). Their children came in quick succession and in between the early years of marriage, she realised some strange acts in him. “We hardly spoke to each other even when we had no marital squabbles, Albert could keep malice whenever he chose to. In fact, after my second child, he did not talk to me for six months. Though he gave me money for the children’s upkeep, he never spoke to me and rarely asked for sex. If there was any holiday, we ended up having nothing to say except, ‘what do you want to eat? ‘How are the children? ‘Did the plumber/carpenter come?’ We were not friends at all.”

For one who is a chatterbox, Helen did not believe this was happening to her. She became a recluse in her home. Maybe she would have coped with his weird ways but then, he started sleeping with her maids.

“Not only that, he made passes at some of my female staff and I was able to find out when a particular girl confessed that he asked her to go and wait for him in a nearby hotel. I confronted him and he apologised but since then, whatever love I had for him disappeared,” she said.

Then, he became violent and there was a time she spent two weeks in the hospital. She added, “I ran away without my children but when I became well, I returned because of them and reported him to his pastor and threatened to put my battered face picture in the newspapers and social media. This worked because he never laid his hands on me thereafter.”

Sex? It became history in the marriage and in a year, they had sex thrice! “I usually refuse because we never communicated at all but he expected me to be in the mood to make love.  I cannot have extra marital affair because of my status as a celebrity but he was lucky and slept with my maids. I didn’t care and whenever he was not home, I was happy.”

Now contemplating divorce, Helen said that her husband has never bought her a gift; they hardly spoke in public; and they don’t talk on the phone except won domestic issues.

“We never attended parties together, even if we are both invited, he would sneak out without me and vice versa. If we eventually went together, we would either fight at the venue or he would leave within 45 minutes. Meanwhile, I could stay for four hours. Whenever I saw display of affection by other couples, I felt jealous. In fact, I felt single and unmarried. At times, I wish one of the house girls could get pregnant and I would be able to file for divorce.  When I told him to stop the pretence and divorce me, he claimed he loved me and didn’t want divorce. To me, this isn’t love.”