I flashed him a wry smile. “I’m sorry, MD, but you’re the one who doesn’t seem to be getting any of this. Isn’t it a common fact that the woman in the house owns the house because she’s the one that basically runs the house and keeps it together? Every responsible man must discuss with his wife’s decisions that affect the home. I’m sure you don’t want to be an exception to the rule. Or, are you telling me now that if you bring me and my son into your house, all we’ll get from your wife will be a pat on the back? Can you guarantee that trouble will not erupt in your house once we step in?
He was quiet. Of course, he knew I was being faithful. No matter how bitter the truth may sound, it is still the truth. MD, understood exactly what I was talking about, he was only trying to be self-centred.
“Listen, Anita, I am telling you that nothing will happen to either you or my son, I can guarantee you that,” MD said after a long spell of silence.
“So, you think that it’s okay for me and my son to just appear in your house without any prior discussion with your wife?” I’d thrown at him.
“I have not said that I will not have an prior discussion with my wife before you guys move in, all I am saying here is that you shouldn’t make it look or sound like my wife decides what happens in my house,” he retorted.
“Remember, you’re my wife as well and you have a child for me. And besides, I thought you and my wife are already getting along” What makes you think she would reject you and my son if you choose to move into the house?”
I smiled broadly. This man does not understood the way of women.
“So, you think because me and Aunty Lizzy have met a couple of times and she’s being nice to me, you think if we move into the house. She will remain nice? I asked her. He looked puzzled.
“Why do you think she may not be as nice as she has been to you?” MD asked, looking and sounding genuinely at a loss.
“Of course, she can’t be as nice as she’s been before because by moving into the house, we would be encroaching on her space and she may not find that the least amusing. Then, the part she will find most painful is the fact that having junior in the house will be a constant and painful reminder of the child she couldn’t give you!
MD’s face fell. It was as though the truth just hit him in the face. He didn’t realize the gravity of what he was asking me to do. He didn’t know that, as nice as his wife may seem, there is a limit to how far her patience can go. All hell, they say, hath no fury like a woman scorned.
“Hmm…I guess you have a point there, Anita, having junior around in the house can get her emotionally down sometimes,” MD was finally coming to his senses. He was starting to see the sense in the point I was making.
“Do you now see what I was trying to say?” I said to him.
“Yes, dear, I see your point,” he’d replied,” but still, there must be a way around it.”
“How do you mean?”
He looked straight into my eyes,” I am saying that for how long am I expected to keep you guys outside my home.”
When will it be the right time to bring you and my son fully into my life? When will other members of my family get to know you and recognize you as part of the family? Tell me, when?”
To be honest, at that point, I felt some sympathy for the man. He is a good man. A wonderful human being. He is the sort of man any woman would be proud to call her husband. But this is not really about him. It’s about me, my son and his wife. And that’s a different ball game entirely.
“Don’t be in a rush, my dear, I can assure you that everything will fall into place at the right time. But that right time is certainly not now,” I told him as a matter of fact.
MD was quiet. I could see he was weighing up everything inside him. He was not ready to give up easily. And then, like someone who had been emotionally burdened by something, MD sighed heavily and said to me.
“I’m going home, Anita, I’m going to talk to my wife right now!”
To be continued….