Episode 3:
The days following his return were a blur of corrections. He decided we should both get our driver’s licenses renewed but the outing was a disaster. I was scolded for the smallest things walking too slowly, eating too loudly. My brain however performed a strange kind of mental gymnastics. I interpreted his cruelty as care. I thought he was just helping me improve because he loved me.
Two days later, we left Lagos for his hometown to see his parents. We were supposed to leave at 5:30 AM. I was up at 4:00 AM cooking food for the road and then drifted back to sleep for a moment. Instead of 5:30 AM we didn't wake up until 6:00 PM. From the second he got out of bed until two hours into our drive he screamed. He cursed me out calling me lazy, nonsensical, and stupid. I sat in total silence for three hours, waiting for the storm to pass. When he finally finished, he looked at me and said, I’m sorry for that, but this character of yours l, how you don’t talk back and you take correction……is very good. Looking back how I wish I screamed. I took it as a compliment. I thought my silence would buy us peace. I thought it made me wife material.
Once we reached his village, everything moved at lightning speed. It was my birthday week but he insisted we marry the following week. He claimed he needed to get back to his Master’s degree in Cyprus and didn't want to waste time. He told me I was the one. He told me he was an engineer with a million-dollar contract through his father. Stability….I thought. I had hit the jackpot.
He provided all the wedding cash and in that rush of money and planning….:.I didn't pray. I didn't seek God. I didn't even think it was possible for one person to make another person's life a living hell. I was reserved, a girl who had saved all her fun and partying for her future husband. I even told him I wanted to go to medical school. He promised me that as soon as we were married, he would make it happen. I was delusional. I was so incredibly naive.
He shared his backstory with me…… a childhood spent being shipped from one relative to another after his mother left. He told me he hated that his parents weren't together and that he chose me because my parents long marriage represented the stability he never had. I took it as a compliment. I didn't realize it was a calculation.
Then came the traditional wedding day. It was beautiful, held at my parents' home. After the ceremony, he asked me to come to his hotel. I asked for a little time to take down my traditional hair and get it restyled for the white wedding the next day. He agreed. When I arrived at the hotel later that evening the Charming Version was gone. He met me at the door…blocking my way.
You are stupid and ungrateful, he yelled. You should be happy I’m even marrying you. Who do you think you are?” He reminded me that women everywhere were begging for a husband.
I stood there apologizing, explaining, and pleading. Eventually, he let me in. Not walking away that night was the biggest mistake of my life.
The next day was the wedding. On the surface it was a celebration. But underneath he spent the day degrading me. A scold here, a mild insult there…….always quiet enough that no one else could hear.
I swallowed it all. I had no self-respect left and no shame. It was the beginning of the end of my life as I knew it.