Olodo. There is nothing like teeths. Later you'll blame devil for not succeeding as a blogger

What a stupid question.

How did you start with them initially?

Whatever a man sows, he must reap. Why are you running away from the fruits of your labour?

Let me get this hypocritical bullshit straight ....

So you said you arent the type to blah blah blah be in a relationship with an engaged or a married man, but you can enter a married man's car under the excuse that you were tired and then you collected his number, and then you receive his calls on a regular, after claiming you don't save contacts. But this one you didn't block him. You talk with him. And then again, the same man and same car, you entered AGAIN with your friend, and then you introduced the man as your FRIEND.

So you keep giving him the green light, and you are here to complain exactly the fvck what?

You must be completely discombobulated. Geddifok

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How hard was this?

As a young lady, I had this dream of falling inlove with a friend and settling down with him. That was my heart's desire until my parents shared their grand plan with me.

I was introduced to my husband's family a month before our wedding. My father's new friend and business colleague had approached him to discuss their future. Without any objection, my father consented to the offer of uniting the two families and a date was fixed for the wedding of their only children. When I was informed, I went mad with rage and refused to marry a stranger. However, with my mum crying every day due to my refusal, I finally consented to marry a man I never loved.

When my would be husband returned to the country, we met for the first time at our family house. We sat across from each other for long minutes without uttering a word. He looked calm and young. Probably few years older than me but I didn't have any feelings for him and was too disillusioned to say a word.

On the 14th of February that year, we got married. It felt like being in a trance. I hated the crowd, hated my parents but I sat through it all with a smile plastered on my face. My husband refused to smile while our parents had a ball. When the guests had all gone, we were too worn out and angry at each other to think of consumating our union that night. The next day, we were still not interested and decided to cancel the honeymoon.

I unceremoniously moved in with him. It was a big house so I got a wing of the house all to myself and this made it easy for us to stay away from each other Whenever our paths crossed during the mandatory Sunday meals we had to share together he would smile and greet me like a sister. We were living like housemates who respected each others boundaries.



Two months after I moved in, his mother visited and we had to pretend to be a happy couple. Eventually she noticed the distance and a lecture followed. Since I was obligated to sit through it, I just sat next to my husband and as before pretended to be paying attention to her words about the importance of having a baby. Truthfully, I really didn't care about what she had to say.

After she left, I noticed changes in my husband. Instead of the usual cold greetings whenever I saw him, he started asking after my night and health condition. One morning, I was surprised when the househelp served my breakfast with a flower and a short note; I preferred eating breakfast alone in my room. I love flowers and the red rose made my day. It was the first time I was seeing a real rose flower. It became consistent and eventually I got used to the breakfast and gifts. I even found myself looking forward to them.

Several weeks after Mama left, one night my husband invited me to the living room. He had something very important to discuss with me. I joined him. The maid served an expensive bottle of wine and disappeared. The atmosphere felt like being at an official meeting. He had on a straight face while he talked about living up to expectations and doing what is necessary inorder to please the family. After the talk, he asked for my opinion. I had none. To be sincere, I was bored to my marrow and he must have sensed it because he abruptly stood up and uncorked the bottle of wine.

We shared a drink. He insisted I stayed up with him so I unwillingly obliged. We sat on separate couches, staring absently at the movie showing on the television. Since I liked the wine, I went for more and so did he. After several gulps of the wine, we became talkative. I can remember moving over to show him funny clips on my phone and before we knew what was happening he became my paparazzi. He got and popped more bottles. We took several pictures together, giggling. When he doubted my dancing skills, I jumped at the idea of a competition. I have always been a coded in-my-room dancer so that night with the alcohol flowing in my bloodstream, I threw caution to the winds. We both danced into the night.

I don't know how it happened but the next morning I woke up in his bed wearing his caftan. He was gone and I was too tired to move a limb. My breakfast arrived with my flower and an intensely passionate note. It turned out that I never moved back to my room after that night.



It's been seven blissful years with my husband and we have been blessed with two children. As much as we never loved each other before saying the vows, I cannot think of anyone else I would rather be with.

Until the guy cums....

Michellekabod2:

Perfect! Let them stick to their choice,and you stick to yours.

Gibberish!
Who works harder is the head,whether male or female

Where did you get this beer parlour logic? The head of every woman is a man. Whether you like it or not. If you like, work hard till your back breaks. A woman can NEVER be the head of a man

Eeyah

So this soaked jumbo bread thinks she has an opinion?

AnalQueenluci:




U are wrong ,even injustice by female lecturers and libido of male lecturers can reset a proud ladies brain ,
Some ladies who does runs in school aren't fully educated u know! Am a medical practitioner not just a soldier , I saw hell to be wat I am today espiacially SABOTAGE

Education in respects to pride is subjective. You are a medical practitioner. But you are not a mechanic. That makes you an illiterate in respects to mechanical engineering, or illiterate for short.

You cannot tell me that all medical practitioners are not proud and you cannot also say that everyone you call "illiterates" because of their zero knowledge in a particular subject matter, are proud.

I have time.

AnalQueenluci:




Remember illiterates are always proud ,

I joined military with a degree in a federal uni , and am a medical pratictioner ,

I used to get insulted by market women on daily basis! Do dey know me as a major no!

Pride knows no educational qualifications. Pride is a state of mind.

AnalQueenluci:




Am not proud ,
I am a major in kàmeroun' armiee and I still chat here freely ,
Surprisingly i may be higher than that next year do to my skills

You can be a Major in the US Army or a Major General in the US Army and I still won't care about that. You won't be the one the say that you are not proud.

First impression matters. From your first impression on this thread, there are a lot of talking points, and they aren't all positive.

AnalQueenluci:



U hate military women like seriously!

I hope u aren't d guy I heard a uniform lady slapped last week?
U know we have illiterates in Army ?

I generally hate proud people. Most military women are proud and make it very difficult to allow anyone see above their pride.

You cannot deny.

AnalQueenluci:
Show me a little respect am not fighting u

Show some decorum soldier
Am on ur side ok

You started with men are cheap and low, and then that "they are up there and you are down there" and you say you are not fighting me?

AnalQueenluci:
that's not wat I mearnt young soldier ,

I mean in experience like sabotage , casualties , infiltrations and life tossling !

They chose a career to be soldiers. I chose mine. Let them do their job, while I do mine.

They can never be above a man.

AnalQueenluci:
check my profile I already told them but illiterate rank n file military women aren't helping matters with their illiterated pride ,slapping gentlemen when approached , I witnessed it in Unical ,cross river

You are also displaying pride here with your responses. You all are the same.

AnalQueenluci:


Espirite d' corp
U aren't suppose to be suprised , men are so cheap n low

Then date women or cows and stop complaining.

AnalQueenluci:
Respect military women they are up there n u are down here

Yes. This is what we are saying... They are up there. I am down here. But they come down here to look for men because their fellow "up theres" have rejected them, and also complain that we no send them. Ndi ara

So, what's the "wtf" about this? She's an adult. Was she supposed to sleep with a simpleton like you?

Mumu, stop wearing the uniform outside your duty post. You can't eat your cake and have it. You've closed from work, you aren't at your duty post, you're mingling with (bloody) civilians in your uniform, intimidating them, and you want them to approach you and toast you?

You'll grow white hairs where the sun don't shine.... Ewu.

Blu03:




Btw guys. She lifted one boobs and forgot to do the same with the other.

Yes, because you were right there helping her lift it.

In the end, princess fach gbuo gi dia. Nonsense

Yeye dey smell. One person on this thread just talking to himself trying to promote an album.

Princess fach gbuo kwa gi dia

Samuel face your studies.

Hell fucking_ yes

All I can tell you is that there are people who dated for less than two years with crashed marriages and there are people who dated for 10 years with perfect marriages.

Every aboki to his kettle...

I'm not lamenting. Am I Nigerian?