I had dreams. I had aspirations. I envisioned myself as a great mom. But now I cannot. Even though I desire to, I just can’t.

I look at my kids, and I see sadness. I look at my husband, and I feel hate. How could a man be so mean? How could he be so selfish as if he alone has needs?

I yearn for his attention, I yearn for his touch, but he gives none. With this resentful heart I am expected to be good to my kids. How? How can I be good to them when I have no goodness let in me? In fact, I see them as my prison chains. Yes! Had they not come, maybe I would have had the option to leave this marriage. Maybe my husband wouldn’t feel pompous that he has arrived (became a father).

Maybe childlessness in this marriage would have been a blessing. Oh! How I envisioned my life. How I saw it to be full of laughter, joy and jokes. Now I feel disappointed and empty. Oh! How I saw myself play with my kids, laugh with my husband and have a happy home. Oh Damn!

I blew those dreams away by choosing wrongly. I chose the wrong mate. I chose a wrong partner for this life race. Hence, I lost. He seems to be used to losses, but I am not!

I allowed myself to be moved by my emotions. I allowed society to speak into my ears. Oh damn! What have I done? This ring which is supposed to be a sign of love is now the assurance of my imprisonment with my husband as a prison officer.

Dear single ladies, please CHOOSE RIGHT!

Choose right, and if you do, he would have patience for you to learn and grow. Because he knows that your growth is his happiness. Don’t be in a hurry. Be patient. Patience is a Virtue after all.

Develop yourself! Increase your value! Show your self-worth. Relationships aren’t oxygen. If you have God, you already have all that you need. Stay Blessed.

#I wish ABOVE ALL THINGS that you may PROSPER, and be in GOOD HEALTH, as your SOUL PROSPERS. Amen.

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