I was in high spirits. I had just turned thirty the previous day and oh boy, I couldn’t wait to turn up with my friends this weekend. The previous weekend I’d been home spending it with my mum and two boys. I was optimistic about the new decade and the direction my life was talking.
My life thus far has been full of chaos. I mean, no one can get to thirty without a little chaos in their life, not even dynasty kids. My chaos, however, was more than a little and I’ve had to literally fight for my life. So getting here is some sort of achievement and I was sure to celebrate and enjoy it. So when my wife called to say that she was in my town I was excited.
I’ve been at the new job hence new town for a few months now and this is the first time she’d come to town. My wife and I have been in a sort of tag of war that at some point I had had enough and stopped pulling. I mean, you can’t be at war when the other person has stopped fighting. So that’s what I did.
Her call was a welcome surprise. I thought that the cold war had come to an end and the other party was ready for a sit down. It was my birthday week and I was optimistic. I took the day off work so that we could spend it together, uninterrupted. The birthday celebrations were off to a great start.
Being together was amazing. I had missed her, missed us. There is something about day drinking that just makes a day instantly better. It was at around four in the evening after food and laughs that we decided to go to the house. It looked like your boy might be getting some birthday sex and the glee on my face was evident. This was looking like a drama free day and I hoped it would end at that high note.
I was in the bedroom after our love making soaking up the moment when I heard her shouting in the living room.
“I see you changed your phone password. You’ve been talking to your new girlfriends and you don’t want me to find out, huh?”
It was nine o’clock and the drama had arrived. Fashionably late but it sure had made an appearance. Even before I could get out of bed to go welcome the drama, I heard a smash on the wall. Walking into the living room, my phone was in pieces on the floor.
“This is how you’ve been disrespecting me. Sleeping around and changing passwords. Today you’ll pay.”
‘Not again’, I said to my self as I watched her smash my TV next. This isn’t the first time this was happening. The last time it happened she had brought the drama at my workplace and took it out on my car’s windshield and tyres. I never recovered after that and due to the embarrassment I had to quit that job. Even if it were you, you’d have done the same thing. And here we were again.
Anger filled my body and I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed her phone and threw it in the loo. I thought if I was to be offline then we both should be offline. This was the wrong move and it’s like I had added fuel to the fire and the flames were raging. They needed to be fed and it seems that I was it.
Before I could gather my thoughts there she was with a knife in hand. Shouting at the top of her breath how I want to kill her for the neighbors to hear. I slapped her to shut her up because I couldn’t imagine being embraced again. To my neighbors no less. The fracas was too loud. Me trying to get her to relax and let go of the knife and her screaming of me wanting to kill her. This attracted the neighbors and that is how I got here afande.
I’m not mad at my neighbors. From outside looking in I’d end up calling you guys too cause no woman needs to be beaten. But in this case, I am the victim. She has destroyed my property yet again and has gone scot free while I’ve been sleeping in these cold cells. Is it fair?
“Do you want to write a statement against her? As you’ve said, it isn’t the first time. What if the next time we are called we come to find you dead? What then?”
I hadn’t thought of that afande. She’s the mother of my kids and I wouldn’t want her to be in jail. I love her. Yes, I know I sound crazy right now after all she’s done but it’s true. Let’s just hope this love doesn’t kill me.
“I’m not going to tell you what to do because you are a grown man. You just turned thirty and you’re able to make decisions for you and your family. I, however, will tell you something my mother used to say. What you condone you accept. Clearly this will keep happening especially since it’s been happening with no consequences on their side. Anyways, you’re free to go. Happy birthday!”
