I was blessed and
touched by the story below, so I thought it wise to share with us.
Be blessed!
The Confession of a Married
Man!!
My name is D (real
name withheld), I’m a typical Nigerian guy and I cherish my Fridays a lot; I
get to hang out with the sickest guys every Friday night and secondly, It’s
another escape from my nagging and boring wife. I get confused sometimes on
whether she’s my mother or my wife. Don’t get it twisted; I love her pieces. It
just gets complicated; like I wish we never got married…marriage has turned her
into something that doesn’t amuse me. I wish she was still the adventurous,
charming, high spirited lady I dated for 5 years. A lot of people say it’s
unethical for married guys to be found in a club, but I wish everyone won’t be
too quick to judge and understand that people look for fun to run away from
their problems; they just want to breathe, like me. I forgot to say that I work
in a reputable bank along Lekki, I love my job and my job loves me, maybe it’s
because I’m the senior banking officer. Lol.
This particular
morning, a lady breezed into my office. My heart raced faster because I had not
sighted anything this beautiful in a long while. She wasn’t the typical slender
Barbie; in fact, she was a bit chubby but her smile, cuteness and…I was
tripped.
“Hello, Good morning!
Your ATM has swallowed my card!” She laughed, unlike a typical customer that would
ram you. I just tried to form Boss laughter…“Good morning, you know what? I’d
personally make sure they get it out for you, but not today. Can you wait till
Monday?” I smiled “Hmmm shaaa! OK, can I just drop my number so you could call
me up or just text when it’s ready so I don’t come twice? Please? My name is Nancy”
She blinked her eyes in a funny way. “Sure” I smiled. We exchanged numbers.
What a lucky Friday....
So it was 10:00pm and
I headed to the club…as usual my friends were chilling for me. My wife had called
a couple of times, I just ignored it. She knows I’m never home Friday nights. “Look
at you!” I heard someone say. I raised my head and it was the ATM lady-Nancy. “Wow,
look at you too!” I was surprised to see her but I was happy I didn’t have to
wait till Monday to see her again. “Happy Friday!” She screamed because of the noise,
“Wanna dance?” I didn’t even have the chance to answer, she already pulled me
to dance floor. I really suck at dancing but she helped me; she was a great dancer!
I had fun! At some point we decided to go to a private area and we talked,
ranging from work, business to personal life. I tried to hide my ring as much
as possible; I certainly didn’t want this to end now. “You are a really
wonderful lady. You are so interesting…any guy would want to be with you all
day” I said.
“I wasn’t always like
this but I have learned the hard way that life is just too short to be sad” she
sang. Then her phone rang…“Hey baby! Yeah I’m at the private lounge, I’d like you
to meet someone…alright boo” she talked excitedly as usual. I was in shock
until this tall handsome man walks up to her and kisses her. “You were late.
Meet D (real name withheld), I met him this morning, he’s helping with your ATM
I told you got swallowed and D (real name withheld), this is my B to the O-O,”
she laughed “Meet my husband K (real name withheld), we only come here to dance
every fortnight Friday; away from work, stress and kids.” “Wow!, a pleasure” I
managed to shake him. Then she stood now excitedly holding her
husband’s arms. “Why
don’t we invite D (real name withheld) for Mimi’s 16th birthday
tomorrow?” Her husband said. They have kids too? How long have they been married
and they look like a couple just dating! “Silly me, please come for my second
daughter’s 16th tomorrow. It would be an honour” She brought out an I.V from
her purse. I began to feel so ashamed of myself…this was another guy like me,
getting it.... right with one woman. I collected the I.V and promised to be
there. “See you tomorrow! Have you had something to eat K (real name withheld)?”
She talked and dragged her husband along. They left and I kept staring at the
thin air like I had seen a ghost. They come just to dance together every
fortnight Fridays? Why didn’t I think of that! T (real name withheld) loves to
dance…she also likes long walks, she loves to talk…she loves jazz music,
there’s this vivid picture I have of me putting her hand on my chest when we
danced at a jazz club on our first year anniversary…I found myself typing all
the things I knew T (real name withheld) loved to do on my IPad and I realized
I had denied her of all…I had made her the old woman she acts. What on earth
was I doing here! I didn’t even tell my friends goodbye, I walked out of the
club into my Jaguar. T’s (real name withheld) call came through and I picked at
first ring. “T (real name withheld)?” My heart raced “I know you are not coming
home…” “I am, stay up so we can gist. Been a while” I decided to do everything
on that list and to even added many more for the rest of my lifetime with her. “Are
you alright?” She was shocked I suppose “And I’d like us to go for a birthday
party tomorrow. I want you to meet this amazing couple” “You sound different D
(real name withheld)” “Maybe I’m different” “Don’t say it! Don’t say it! When
you come we will gist very well” she laughed She laughed!!! In just that
laughter that I hadn’t heard in a while, she sounded like the lady I married
six years ago.
Dear reader, I wrote
this natural piece just to remind us that creating memorable moments with our
partner matters. Do you know that little things are the sweetest things? Just
creating time to gist and laugh with your partner, having a day in the week that’s
exclusively for you both. No friends or kids allowed. Lady, when last have you
told your partner he is so darn hot? Guy! When last have you told your lady she
is the sweetest thing? When last have you whispered ‘Thank you’? These little things
are what make the marriage bed sweet and interesting. If you have not been
doing them or you discovered you have backslidden, I urge you to make a U-turn
to save your marriage bed from the verge of destruction.
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