Why I Can’t Forgive My Husband!
My name is Seyi and I am 29 years old. I got married to Dele in a small close-knit wedding five years ago. At the time I met Dele, I was in a relationship with Dayo an engineer with an oil company. Dayo and I met in my first year at Ogun State University.
He was in his final year then and swept me complexly off my feet, I fell head over heels in love with him. I was unarguably one of the prettiest girls in my department and most of the guys jostled for my attention. In fact, the guys in microbiology department hated Dayo for taking me away from their grip. So fierce was my love for Dayo that I lost my virginity to him within three months of our dating. Even though my friends felt I was doing the wrong thing but I still went ahead and did it. I loved Dayo so much and saw in him my dream man, and he often wove pictures of our future together for me that I willingly gave him my virginity and loved every minute of it.
“Seyi, I love you so much and I promise you that nothing will ever come between us.”
Dayo told me amidst the throes of passion. I cuddled closer to him.
“I love you too Dayo and you mean the whole world to me” I said to him. I was an only daughter and had grown up in a very loving and caring environment. My parents and my brothers all did their best to make sure I never felt odd at being the only girl.
My father was an air pilot while my mother had chains of boutiques scattered across the country. In our family, money was never a problem and I grew up in the midst of plenty. My father’s dream was for me to join my elder brothers in the US for my university education but my mother had objected to it. She insisted that she wanted me around her and that she wants me to get married on time. So that was how I ended up at Ogun State University to study microbiology. Even then, I had to warn my parents to stay away from paying constant visits to my hostel as I had become an object of jeer among the hostel mates.
My affair with Dayo continued to blossom until he graduated, that was when the cookie crumbled. I don’t know what happened but Dayo suddenly changed. He stopped calling me, he also stopped visiting me as he used to. I tried desperately to find out what the problem was but Dayo continually denied there was no problem.
