Wow! This is a MUST read story! I came across this piece online and
not sure who wrote it, but it’s a great story with a solid lesson to teach
and a reminder to every woman. I know its quite lengthy, but Please
continue reading and don’t forget to share…..someone out there might need
this!

“Biyi hasn't worked for that long?” Dayo’s voice drips with resentment.
“For real?” “He’s been trying,” I say in feeble attempt to defend my
husband. “You know how the economy is.”
…My husband and I had vowed never to bring in a third party into our
relationship but with a bank account screaming for revival, I need to
share my burden with someone else. I grip the phone. Dayo is unusually
quiet. “You still there?” I ask. “Hello?” “I am here,” she says. “I just
didn't know things were this bad. And all this while, I thought Biyi was
providing for the home.” But he is, I argue silently. Well, maybe not
financially for now, but in every way else, Biyi is a rock. “It’s not that
bad.” My words sound frail. Dayo clucks her tongue. “You might as well be
a widow.”

The words hit me like a fist. “Na you I blame,” she continues, oblivious
to the damage her words have caused.
“Me? Why?” She is blaming me for this? Seriously?
“Why do you keep paying the bills?”
“Because there is no one else to do it,” I protest, upset.
“For real? He drives your car too?”
“He needs it,” I mutter. “To attend job interviews and stuff. He gets back
late sometimes.”
“How late are you talking?
“Nine, ten…ish.”

Dayo pauses for a second. “I hate to say this gurl, but your husband is
spending your money on another woman.” Whoa! Hang on. Where did that come
from? “Haba, Dayo. Biyi would never—” “Look, I know men,” she slices in.
“You are his money-bag and he will take you for a ride as long as it
takes. Where is your dignity, gurl?” Ride. Dignity. Moneybag. Ouch. “But
he’s a good guy,” I manage. Can my husband be using me? It had never
crossed my mind in the past, but I now wonder if Biyi is actually having
an affair.

“I trust my wonderful Dennis…,” Dayo is saying. I barely listen. My eyes
are on the clock. It’s almost midnight and Biyi isn’t home. I force myself
to hear what Dayo is saying about Dennis Ono, her multimillionaire-oil-
company-golden-husband. Gosh I envy her life, her perfect marriage. “My
marriage is wonderful,” Dayo says, as if in affirmation to my undeclared
words. “But only because I show Dennis who the boss is. He cannot try
nonsense with me. Abi, you think it’s easy to get ten thousand pounds a
month as pocket money?” She really gets ten grand a month? That’s like, my
entire annual salary in my crappy job plus bonuses. Life is unfair.
Honestly.

“I am Biyi’s wife,” I say. “I cannot just desert him.” Or can I? At this
rate… “In that case,” there is an edge to her voice now, “give him an
ultimatum. He gets a job in two weeks or you are out of that marriage.”
“Look, I know his type,” she says with conviction. “He conveniently won’t
get a job as long as you keep dishing out your money.”
“But—” “Starve him,” she adds. “No sex. Make life hell. You are not an ATM
machine.”
Keys jangle in the hallway. Biyi is home. “Talk later,” I say to Dayo.
“He’s back.” “Stand your ground,” Dayo whispers menacingly. “Ultimatum.
Two weeks.” I hang up with a sigh.

My husband is leaning against the door frame. For a second my heart
falters. He looks tired, drawn. But Dayo’s words punctuate my compassion.
“Where have you been?” Biyi gives me a side smile. “No hug?” I jerk my
head at the wall clock.” Its midnight.” “I had a job interview in
Birmingham,” he says. “I called to tell you I was stuck in traffic but I
kept getting your voicemail. What’s wrong?” I cock my head.
Is that a whiff of female perfume? It is. Dayo is right. He has been with
another woman. With my car. Spending my money. My head spins. “Biyi,” I
glare at him, “Where are you coming from?” He steps back, surprised. “I
went to Birmingham—”
“Did you get it?” I screech. “The job?”
Biyi shakes his head. “I didn't”

This is the last straw. I wrench my hand out. “My car keys.”
He gives me a hard level stare. “What is wrong with you, Toni? Did I
offend you?”
“Pass my keys!”
He thrusts the car keys into my palm. I push past him, grab my duffel
bag and stuff my overnight things into it. I know I am acting crazy but I
have to show him that I would not be taken for a ride. That I am not a
moneybag. That I have dignity. I zip the bag up and spin around. My
husband is staring at me. “Is everything all right with you, sweetheart?”
“Get out of my way.”
“Where are you going with that bag?”
“I need to clear my head.” I am still yelling.
“Can we talk first?” Biyi suggests.
“I don’t want to talk. Get out of my way.”
He moves out of my path. I swipe a hand across my face, smearing my cheeks
with mascara. “Don’t look for me. I will be back when my head clears.” I
rush out of the house, jump into my car. My rage doubles as the feminine
scent permeates the car. He has been with a woman in my car. I feel like
an idiot.

I pull up in front of Dayo’s mansion. Her husband’s Porches is in the
driveway, and the porch lights illuminate my dreary form as I reach the
door. I ball my fists to knock, but a scream freezes the motion.
“Kill me!” I hear Dayo scream. “Good for nothing idiot. Womaniser of the
century!” Whoa. Momentarily, I am unable to move. My hand hovers in the
air. Dull thuds, muffled screams. Dennis curses. “I warned you never to
serve me stew that is not freshly cooked!”
“Am I your slave?” Dayo yells back. “If you want fresh stew, get your PA
to cook it for you. Or you think I don’t know about her? You think…”
Dayo’s words are silenced by another thump. My hands fall to my side as a
flurry of blows stifle her cries. I want to call the police, do
something…anything. But I cannot move. And so I shut my eyes tight and
listen as my friend is pummelled by her husband. The beating stops. I
should dash to my car, but something holds me back. “I am sorry I got you
upset darling,” Dayo finally says. Her voice is laced with pain. “It is my
fault. I should have cooked for you. Toni wouldn't let me get off the
phone…its her fault.”
“Next time you talk to me like that, I will tattoo a punch on your
forehead,” Dennis growls. “Get into the kitchen and make me fresh stew.
And do something about that leech you call a friend.”
That is enough for me. I sprint back to my car and drive home.

A knock sounds on the window. Biyi. I wind down and he gives me a smile.
“Head clear now?” he asks. “Leave me alone,” I mutter. Dayo’s wonderful
Denis beats her up? And she never mentioned?
“I will leave you alone in two seconds,” Biyi says. There is a twinkle in
his eyes. “But first, get out of the car.” I oblige, grudgingly. “What?”
He reaches under the car seat and pulls out a small basket. “I didn't come
home straight from the interview. I stopped over at the Perfume shop to
get you this.” He hands the basket over. Inside is a range of exotic
feminine perfumes and a small card. I pull the card open, read the words:
“Thank you for your support during the hardest times of my life! I love
you.”
“That’s why I was late,” he explains as he pulls me into a warm embrace.
“You have been so good to me, Toni. I couldn't have asked for a better
wife.” I can’t reply. My throat is lumpy.
“When you left the house to clear your head, I got a call back from the
recruiter,” he says with a beam. “God answers prayers, babe. I got the
job. It’s a package you won’t believe. Let’s go in. I’ll tuck you into bed
and you can tell me what’s bothering you?”

I awaken to a text message from Dayo. “Denis is flying me to Seychelles
this weekend. This is what you get when you stand your ground. You have to
be a no nonsense gurl! Don’t you just love my life? Ciao sweetheart.”
I type a quick response back: “Ciao! and i deleted her number right away.

Now, this is one story every woman should read. The grass is never greener
on the other side, best believe that. No matter how good a friend’s
marriage it, NEVER EVER compare it with yours. It’s DEADLY and could cost you
so much!

[size=20pt]never talk about how good he is on Bed if you dont wana loose him[/size]

I don't just get what women stand to gain by spiting their hubby in public & vice versa

Only worsens the situation and you never can tell the intention of the person being told.

'Behind every successful man is a woman' - i believe the quote to be true because of the valuable contribution of the woman in a man's life.

If you have any problem with your partner and you feel can't be handled by you alone, talk to his/her parents or any other elderly person in the family...and not your friends

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