adadike281:
ngwanu!! come and pay my bride price, then I will forever be yours my prince! Don't run away o, the list is very expensive o.

NwaAmaikpe:


It is not,

She is an ungrateful slut who forgot her marriage vows of 'in sickness and in health, till death do us part'

Must marriage be about childbearing?
She left the man because someone else was giving it to her.

adadike281:
Am sad that u don't believe me. u promised to call but u haven't.

deturla:
A Nigerian lady, Eniola ‘Mae’ Adeniji. who happened to be my very good friend shared this story on her Instagram page and I had no choice but to share! It is heartbreaking, overwhelming and liberating at the same time. It is a LONG READ but absolutely worth every second of YOUR TIME. READ HER EMOTIONAL STORY:

So today I stumbled on an IG page of a dear friend’s wife, and got to follow the link on her profile to another friend’s Blog. Gosh, that was how I signed myself up for waterworks and haven’t been able to stop even while typing this.

The lady had shared about her journey through endometriosis and infertility, through a 3 part Blog post. I must say it is the most emotional thing I’ve read this year, gosh. I think beyond the story and the pain it was laden with, it brought so many memories for me. So so many. Gosh!

See 8 years ago I walked down the isle a very sad bride, I knew I didn’t want to, not after all I have discovered during the closest time we spent together preparing for the wedding (since it was a long distance relationship). But I was young, naive, silly, foolish and afraid of failing everyone. I was afraid about what people would say to my mother if I canceled the wedding, what the church would say to my family, what his family would say, what my friends would say. I worried so much about everyone else but ‘ME’. So like a lamb to the slaughter, I walked down that isle. I had cried to bed on the engagement night and my makeup artist had to do so much works to make my face beautiful on the wedding day.

Oh I was sad, I tried everything to be happy but I couldn’t. At a point I kept muttering to myself, ‘Eniola, you can do this, you are loving and kind and can make anyone be a better person’. How silly, because I was naive and foolish and didn’t know ‘you can’t make anyone love you, whose intention isn’t to’. _

Fast forward to 3 months in it and I knew I couldn’t do shit. I didn’t have the power to, only God can. All I could do was to truly give my best and then focus on God to help do the rest. Oh I was lonely, it was the loneliest season of my life. I wasn’t allowed to go out, have friends or do anything. There was no cable because he believes it was a waste of money. So no TV basically. All I had was my Bible and books. In 3 years I must have read about 100 books and written over 500 articles (chuckles).

I was just expected to wake up very early daily to cook, clean, lay still whenever he wants sex even if he pounces on you while sleeping, and just be mute while every decision is made around you.

And when his mother wants you in Osogbo, you are to pick your bag and go to the park and endure an 8 hours journey without a single word. With time, all that soon became a norm until a year later and there was no pregnancy. And then the daily calls started, how I am expected to explain my body and whatnot, explain my periods and ovulation, explain every headache and temperature. And then when we both visit the family for the holidays, I am told to stay indoor so people won’t see I am not pregnant. And when everyone goes visiting, I’m left in the house.

And then his family deciding which Gynea/OBGN was next for me to see, and how it must be in Osogbo and I had to travel 2/3 times every month by road from Abuja to Osogbo to see a specialist, where I was probed and poked.

Oh the endless injections, the bleeding, the constant pain and suffering. Messed up cycle and hormonal imbalances due to all the drugs and injections. And having no one to talk to through it all (because after all in marriage you are suppose to take things and refrain from talking to outsiders). I’d still come back home to a man who saw nothing but a glorified slave and a sex object.

And then gradually the many injections messed up my weight, I wasn’t eating and yet was gaining weight, my clothes weren’t fitting anymore and I was eventually left with 2/3 clothes and had to rotate them every Sunday. Oh the shame and snicker from people. My skin had become so black and carrying my dread without relocking for over a year. I hated that our Church was inside Sheraton, you can imagine the kind of people there. What was worse was nobody ever talked to me to know what was going on. Nobody, they just found a way to go round me while they chatted with him like I wasn’t there. …..Continued in next comment….

Then gradually depression set in, and then I began to lose my mind. I will be in the sitting room and forget I was cooking and the food will burn with smoke all over the house and I still wouldn’t even know until I begin choking and needed my inhaler. Gosh it felt like hell.

And then finding out a year later through another specialist in Abuja that I wasn’t the problem after all, he was the problem all along, he had no sperm count.

Amazing… I think for the first time in a long while I felt joy, I even got to shake my bum-bum after he’d gone to work (chuckles). I felt like God vindicated me and for once I was left alone. Of course the abuse continued, but at least minus the poking, endless injections and drugs.

Someday I hope to finish my book and share things I’ve not quite bring myself to share with anyone else. …Now the purpose of this post isn’t to make you feel sad, throw pity party around Naaa. No, it isn’t because I haven’t healed, I have come a very long way in my journey through healing.

The purpose is to advice every young man and woman out here to be patient. NEVER be in a hurry to walk down the isle to anyone you know deep down doesn’t honour God, doesn’t honour you, doesn’t honour anyone. One of the greatest support you can have in marriage is your partner. If they aren’t your partner while dating, marriage won’t translate them into one.

Have you ever watched a war film where 2-3 partners are paired together in a fierce battle to combat an opposing force? Now imagine those partners Waring against each other while also enduring the blow, missiles and gun from the opposing force? Get it? That’s what happens when you walk down the isle to someone who doesn’t have your best interest at heart. I don’t care how rich he/she is, how beautiful or handsome or how ‘nice’ they are, if they do not honour God and honour you, you have no business walking down the isle to them.

I know for a lot of us women, the dream about a Bella Naija wedding can seem so alluring that you ignore the fact that it is just for a weekend. I know a lot of men are daily pressured by families to marry for various reasons, but marriage is forever.

Marriage is beautiful, I have testimonies all around me, but it isn’t a bed of roses, it has its best days as much as it has its worse days. The only thing that causes you to triumph is God and the right partner. There is nothing as amazing as walking through war and minefield with your best friend. A man or woman who will stand in faith for you when your faith is all gone. A man or woman who if you end up tomorrow losing your most valuable body parts, will still stand tall beside you. A man or woman that if you lose all your earthly possession will still be blooming beside you while cheering you on.

I beg you in the name of God, wait for him, wait for her and while waiting keep developing yourself towards becoming the perfect spouse you also seek. NEVER neglect the place of God and godly counsel also. Shalom.

http://deedeesblog.com/nigerian-lady-shares-her-traumatic-marriage-experience/

A Nigerian lady, Eniola ‘Mae’ Adeniji. who happened to be my very good friend shared this story on her Instagram page and I had no choice but to share! It is heartbreaking, overwhelming and liberating at the same time. It is a LONG READ but absolutely worth every second of YOUR TIME.

NwaAmaikpe:


It is not,

She is an ungrateful slut who forgot her marriage vows of 'in sickness and in health, till death do us part'

Must marriage be about childbearing?
She left the man because someone else was giving it to her.

Ginaz:
She went through hell. Why didn't she leave when it was clearly obvious she wasn't happy?

adadike281:
So sad, if u want to marry, pls marry a true friend. Don't marry coz of what people will say or material wealth.

deturla:
A Nigerian lady, Eniola ‘Mae’ Adeniji. who happened to be my very good friend shared this story on her Instagram page and I had no choice but to share! It is heartbreaking, overwhelming and liberating at the same time. It is a LONG READ but absolutely worth every second of YOUR TIME. READ HER EMOTIONAL STORY:

So today I stumbled on an IG page of a dear friend’s wife, and got to follow the link on her profile to another friend’s Blog. Gosh, that was how I signed myself up for waterworks and haven’t been able to stop even while typing this.

The lady had shared about her journey through endometriosis and infertility, through a 3 part Blog post. I must say it is the most emotional thing I’ve read this year, gosh. I think beyond the story and the pain it was laden with, it brought so many memories for me. So so many. Gosh!

See 8 years ago I walked down the isle a very sad bride, I knew I didn’t want to, not after all I have discovered during the closest time we spent together preparing for the wedding (since it was a long distance relationship). But I was young, naive, silly, foolish and afraid of failing everyone. I was afraid about what people would say to my mother if I canceled the wedding, what the church would say to my family, what his family would say, what my friends would say. I worried so much about everyone else but ‘ME’. So like a lamb to the slaughter, I walked down that isle. I had cried to bed on the engagement night and my makeup artist had to do so much works to make my face beautiful on the wedding day.

Oh I was sad, I tried everything to be happy but I couldn’t. At a point I kept muttering to myself, ‘Eniola, you can do this, you are loving and kind and can make anyone be a better person’. How silly, because I was naive and foolish and didn’t know ‘you can’t make anyone love you, whose intention isn’t to’. _

Fast forward to 3 months in it and I knew I couldn’t do shit. I didn’t have the power to, only God can. All I could do was to truly give my best and then focus on God to help do the rest. Oh I was lonely, it was the loneliest season of my life. I wasn’t allowed to go out, have friends or do anything. There was no cable because he believes it was a waste of money. So no TV basically. All I had was my Bible and books. In 3 years I must have read about 100 books and written over 500 articles (chuckles).

I was just expected to wake up very early daily to cook, clean, lay still whenever he wants sex even if he pounces on you while sleeping, and just be mute while every decision is made around you.

And when his mother wants you in Osogbo, you are to pick your bag and go to the park and endure an 8 hours journey without a single word. With time, all that soon became a norm until a year later and there was no pregnancy. And then the daily calls started, how I am expected to explain my body and whatnot, explain my periods and ovulation, explain every headache and temperature. And then when we both visit the family for the holidays, I am told to stay indoor so people won’t see I am not pregnant. And when everyone goes visiting, I’m left in the house.

And then his family deciding which Gynea/OBGN was next for me to see, and how it must be in Osogbo and I had to travel 2/3 times every month by road from Abuja to Osogbo to see a specialist, where I was probed and poked.

Oh the endless injections, the bleeding, the constant pain and suffering. Messed up cycle and hormonal imbalances due to all the drugs and injections. And having no one to talk to through it all (because after all in marriage you are suppose to take things and refrain from talking to outsiders). I’d still come back home to a man who saw nothing but a glorified slave and a sex object.

And then gradually the many injections messed up my weight, I wasn’t eating and yet was gaining weight, my clothes weren’t fitting anymore and I was eventually left with 2/3 clothes and had to rotate them every Sunday. Oh the shame and snicker from people. My skin had become so black and carrying my dread without relocking for over a year. I hated that our Church was inside Sheraton, you can imagine the kind of people there. What was worse was nobody ever talked to me to know what was going on. Nobody, they just found a way to go round me while they chatted with him like I wasn’t there. …..Continued in next comment….

Then gradually depression set in, and then I began to lose my mind. I will be in the sitting room and forget I was cooking and the food will burn with smoke all over the house and I still wouldn’t even know until I begin choking and needed my inhaler. Gosh it felt like hell.

And then finding out a year later through another specialist in Abuja that I wasn’t the problem after all, he was the problem all along, he had no sperm count.

Amazing… I think for the first time in a long while I felt joy, I even got to shake my bum-bum after he’d gone to work (chuckles). I felt like God vindicated me and for once I was left alone. Of course the abuse continued, but at least minus the poking, endless injections and drugs.

Someday I hope to finish my book and share things I’ve not quite bring myself to share with anyone else. …Now the purpose of this post isn’t to make you feel sad, throw pity party around Naaa. No, it isn’t because I haven’t healed, I have come a very long way in my journey through healing.

The purpose is to advice every young man and woman out here to be patient. NEVER be in a hurry to walk down the isle to anyone you know deep down doesn’t honour God, doesn’t honour you, doesn’t honour anyone. One of the greatest support you can have in marriage is your partner. If they aren’t your partner while dating, marriage won’t translate them into one.

Have you ever watched a war film where 2-3 partners are paired together in a fierce battle to combat an opposing force? Now imagine those partners Waring against each other while also enduring the blow, missiles and gun from the opposing force? Get it? That’s what happens when you walk down the isle to someone who doesn’t have your best interest at heart. I don’t care how rich he/she is, how beautiful or handsome or how ‘nice’ they are, if they do not honour God and honour you, you have no business walking down the isle to them.

I know for a lot of us women, the dream about a Bella Naija wedding can seem so alluring that you ignore the fact that it is just for a weekend. I know a lot of men are daily pressured by families to marry for various reasons, but marriage is forever.

Marriage is beautiful, I have testimonies all around me, but it isn’t a bed of roses, it has its best days as much as it has its worse days. The only thing that causes you to triumph is God and the right partner. There is nothing as amazing as walking through war and minefield with your best friend. A man or woman who will stand in faith for you when your faith is all gone. A man or woman who if you end up tomorrow losing your most valuable body parts, will still stand tall beside you. A man or woman that if you lose all your earthly possession will still be blooming beside you while cheering you on.

I beg you in the name of God, wait for him, wait for her and while waiting keep developing yourself towards becoming the perfect spouse you also seek. NEVER neglect the place of God and godly counsel also. Shalom.

http://deedeesblog.com/nigerian-lady-shares-her-traumatic-marriage-experience/

cummando:
Make I no talk

But one question though....how come our parents stayed married? I'll tell you why,they hold the institution sacred. Any lady coming here saying poo can be likened to the red lights ladies....

If youre not ready dont do it. Court the guy well. Know him and avoid stories that touch. Once you're in you're in. Make it work. You leave youre just a hoe.

I don talk...sue me

Toks2008:


This story makes no sense at all.

KushyKush:
If you are not enjoying your marriage it is better you stick with it and die!

That was the contract your signed. "For better for worse"

Maybe in your next life you will learn how to study your partner before marriage.



So she should divorce him because he can't give her babies?

But when a lady is about to be divorced because she can't produce a baby you will come here shouting like a dog with rabbis... You are trying to hard not to sound stupid.

NwaAmaikpe:


It is not,

She is an ungrateful slut who forgot her marriage vows of 'in sickness and in health, till death do us part'

Must marriage be about childbearing?
She left the man because someone else was giving it to her.

NwaAmaikpe:


It is not,

She is an ungrateful slut who forgot her marriage vows of 'in sickness and in health, till death do us part'

Must marriage be about childbearing?
She left the man because someone else was giving it to her.

FunkyAlhaji2015:
You don marry?? Suddenly everyone becomes an expert on marriage

NwaAmaikpe:


It is not,

She is an ungrateful slut who forgot her marriage vows of 'in sickness and in health, till death do us part'

Must marriage be about childbearing?
She left the man because someone else was giving it to her.

solasoulmusic:
I saw something while I was in Kaduna that changed my perspective on life and love when I arrived sitting on my window was a bird I kept making noise trying to get the bird to leave it wouldn’t but as the days progressed I’ll always check on it gradually I noticed the bird kept shifting and one Day I saw the reason it was there it had 3 chics that just hatched. Day and night this bird will just sit in one position never move then one Day I saw the birds weren’t moving in fact they had molded the bird let off a cry and left the place I knew they looked dead even made a video saying why would you sit on your child and expect it to Be Alive I called someone else who confirmed they were dead. I was about asking the person in the house to remove the birds so it won’t smell stink up the room that morning when I saw movement the birds were alive with streaks of yellow down their skin and black the mother came back and the baby daddy too cause another bird came they came back to life.

Relationships are a lot like those birds they can die temporarily but true faith love and trust they come back alive but it takes both of you. Children are a gift unfortunately we don’t choose but God gives I’ve had only friends all my life you have to choose the people who care lots up people don’t mind making damage in your life but the true ones will help you get through

Ginaz:
She went through hell. Why didn't she leave when it was clearly obvious she wasn't happy?

NwaAmaikpe:


It is not,

She is an ungrateful slut who forgot her marriage vows of 'in sickness and in health, till death do us part'

Must marriage be about childbearing?
She left the man because someone else was giving it to her.

Ishilove:

This is not a long read. I was expecting it to be twice this length and when I got to the end i was surprised. Mscheeew

Back to the topic- I did not gather anything, neither did I find it overwhelming or heartbreaking. It isn't detailed enough to evoke such powerful emotions.