July 2, 2020 at 7:12 am #1395626ValentineAdmin
- "Posts & Comments"19744
I sit up in bed yawning widely while stretching my arms forward looking at my wife’s side of the bed as I do so. I am not surprised to find it empty Tasha is an early riser- she is always up before daylight.
The curtains are drawn and there is a bit of sunlight peeking into the room.
I get out of bed, grab my black chenille robe, pull it on and head out of the room.
Walking into the kitchen, I find my wife preparing coffee. She is immaculately dressed in an expensive knee length sparkling blue dress. The dress is tailored to fit her like a glove.
Her hair is tied into a tight bun leaving two strands to frame each side of her face. I eye her from head to toe and back again, she is still as attractive as when I first met her.
Small dark eyes, flawless skin which is lightly tanned hour glass figure & a beautiful face.
I walk over to her and hug her from behind, with my arms wrapped around her, I lean in slightly and kiss the back of her neck but she flinches and I step back.
An awkward silence follows.
Finally she turns around, ‘Morning,’ she says, her voice is cold.
‘Morning,’ I respond.
When the coffee is ready, she pours herself a cup of coffee and sits at the kitchen table.
‘Clarence won’t be coming in today, you need to wake the children up and prepare them for school,’ she says wrapping her hands around the cup. Clarence is our maid we hired her when we had our second child.
‘Why didn’t you prepare them?’ I ask
She shots me a serious stare, ‘Do you honestly want me to respond to that?’ she asks
‘Tasha, you know I have to be at work too, you woke up earlier, you could have gotten them ready for school.’
‘Not today Satan,’ she mumbles under her breath.
She takes a large sip of her coffee before she intently looks at me, ‘Fred, make sure you get the kids ready for school, this is not negotiable,’ she says.
I blow out an irritated breath, ‘I am not your maid I am your husband Tasha.’
She is about to respond when suddenly her phone which is on the cupboard rings and she jumps spilling her coffee all over the table, I quickly grab a towel and begin mopping up the spill while she answers the phone.
“Let me call you back in a bit, I am about to leave the house, she says.’
She ends the call and drops her phone in her handbag. And she faces me.
‘Don’t forget to prepare the children breakfast and also pack some food in their lunch boxes for break.’
I don’t respond.
‘See you,’ with that she walks out.
I walk to the living room window and peer at her walking to her car. Before she climbs in, her phone rings again, when she thinks no one is watching, she pulls her phone from her bag and answers smilingly.
After a minute she gets into her Porsche and drives away.
I walk back to the kitchen and pour myself some wine I take a big gulp and allow the warmth of the alcohol thaw me. Closing my eyes, I wonder where I went wrong with my wife.
To the world I seem to have it all, a successful beautiful wife, a huge sprawling house & two beautiful daughters, Talia 7 and Tailor 3 but in reality I am tormented, empty and lonely.
Tash and I met about 11 years ago at church a friend had invited me over to their church. The first time I laid my eyes on her, my heart raced with joy, she made me feel things I had never felt before.
After that encounter we became friends we went on several dates before I asked her to be my girlfriend, a year later I asked her to marry me and she agreed.
We had a small ceremony, only a few close friends and relatives but it was the most exciting day of my life, just standing by the altar next to her meant the world to me.
Our marriage was great in the beginning, we were inseparable. She led me to Christ and I got baptized in her church. I was working a small school at that time and even though I was earning much, life was good.
I remember I would come back home from work tired and she would be waiting for me at the door, she would gently kiss me, led me into the house, massage my feet and prepare a warmth bath for me.
And then there was the sex, with her sex was different than ever before, I explored her body and learnt what she loved and what she didn’t, through sex I was able to communicate my love for her and it was amazing.
We were not teenagers but we were not quiet grownups and life was so much easy then.
After a while, she got tired of being a housewife and started looking for a job but because she had only gone up to grade 12, she couldn’t find any decent job, I saw how this frustrated her.
After she gave birth to Talia, I saved up some money and enrolled her into University to study accountancy and finance.
She had our second daughter when she as in her final year but she still managed to ace her exams with good grades. A year after graduating, she landed herself a job as an auditor for the bank of Zambia.
And then things changed.
One day she stopped cooking for me, one day she stopped touching, one day she became cold and stopped listening to me. Tash spends most of her time at work and when she is home, she is always on her phone or laptop. She doesn’t include me in anything she does I think she no longer remembers she has a husband because she is the husband now.
The only time Tash pays attention to me is when we are at church or at a function where she needs to show me off. After I make an appearance, she places me back into the closet.
Our sex life is non- existent, there is no intimacy at all, I try to initiate sex on different occasions but I have experienced rejection from her more times than I can count.
A sudden uproar brings my mind back to the present and I run to the children’s bedroom to see if they are fine. “What?’ I ask Talia who is screaming.
She points at the wall in horror I turn to the direction where her hand is pointing and that’s when I see what had scared her. It is a huge black spider climbing on the wall.
I grab a nearby shoe and hit it repeatedly.
‘Is it dead daddy?’ she asks
I laugh, ‘Yes it is darling.’
‘But why are you laughing at me?’ she pouts.
‘How does a big girl like you scream like that?’
‘Spiders are scary.’
‘Oh please, girl it’s time to get ready for school.’
***July 2, 2020 at 7:14 am #1395627Daniel EdemMember
- "Posts & Comments"5451
- Chief contributor
seated in the front sit
LINK TO AVAILABLE EPISODES
scroll down for episode 2July 2, 2020 at 7:15 am #1395628ValentineAdmin
- "Posts & Comments"19744
Tormented episode 2
Friday morning, I woke up early and got the children ready for school. This has become part of my morning routine, wake the girls up, bathe them, get their breakfast ready & drop them off at school.
Then afterwards I head straight for work, I am a teacher by profession, I teach the grade sevens. Clarence won’t be coming back for work she sent Tasha a text and told her to find someone else.
I don’t blame her for quitting, my wife is unbearable, she can talk for days and she doesn’t whose feelings she hurts in the process, she treated that poor girl like trash and made her feel worthless.
I am making breakfast when the girls come downstairs, Tailor looks furious, she is not a morning person, waking her up every morning is a struggle, she cries and whines the whole time.
‘Daddy can you fix my hair?’ Talia asks
‘Of course darling,’ I respond as I pick her hair up and put in on a pony tail.
‘Breakfast is ready,’ I announce after a while.
I set the muffins in front of them and then I put the coffee next to each of them.
‘Thank you daddy,’ they say in unison.
‘You are welcome.’
I pull a seat next to Tailor and sit down we eat our breakfast in silence. Tasha is quiet strict about her table manners, she doesn’t allow anyone to talk while eating, I guess we are all used to eating in silence now.
After breakfast, the girls grab their bags and we rush out of the house, they get into the passenger seat while I go round and climb into the driver’s seat. I start the car and drive out immediately.
When we get to the school, I kiss the girls goodbye as they head to their separate classrooms. I get back into my car and proceed down the road into town, just quickly enough to avoid the usual daily traffic.
I pull up at my usual parking spot, grab my bag and step out of the car. I immediately head towards my class. I walk into the class full of chattering and laughing.
As I walk to my table, my footsteps echo on the tiled floor catching the attention of my pupils and they keep quiet. I put my bag on the table, open it and remove some books.
‘Good morning class,’ I greet
They rise to their feet, ‘Good morning.’
‘How are you?’
‘We are fine thank you and how are you?’
‘I am fine, sit down.’
‘Thank you sir.’
With that, they all sit down. I ask one of the girls to pray for us before we begin our lessons, as soon as we say Amen, the bell rings indicating first period.
‘Do we all have our home work books ready?’ I ask
I go round colleting the books after I collect all of them I place them on my desk. I stand in front of the class room and start explaining the first lesson of the day.
The day flies by so fast and before I know it, it’s time knock off.
The pupils stand up and start packing their belongings as I walk out of the classroom, I leave some books in the staff room before I say bye to some of my colleagues and march out.
I turn to find Anna running after me, Anna is and I have been friends more than five years.
‘Buddy,’ I smile at her.
‘Where are you rushing too?’ she asks
‘I have to get the kids from school I am even late as we speak.’
She shakes her head and I know what she is about to say.
‘Let’s just leave Tasha out of this,’ I say
‘I didn’t say anything.’
‘I know you were about to say something ill of her.’
She scratches her head, ‘Any chance getting a new house help?’
‘SO you are officially the maid,’ she laughs
‘I have a friend that has a cousin, who is in desperate need of a job.’
‘So what do you say?’
‘Let her come home tomorrow, we can interview her.’
‘I will see you tomorrow.’
‘Say hi to the Bambinos for me.’
When I arrive at the school, the girls are waiting for me at the front most of the pupils have left.
‘Daddy!’ Tailor squeals hugging my leg
I scoop her up and she crawls into my shoulder till she gets to the top.
‘How was school?’ I ask Talia
She yawns loudly, ‘Hectic daddy, we did long division today in Math and I got two wrong, it’s so frustrating.’
‘We will go through it when we get home.’
Once in the car, Tailor begins to hum to herself while happily kicking her feet in rhythm with the tune.
‘Someone is in happy mood?’ I say looking back at her through the mirror.
‘It’s been a good day,’ she says and I burst out laughing.
‘We thank God.’
We get home a few minutes after 18 and the girls rush into the house, I carry their bags and run after them. Then I change their clothes & give them something to eat before I start cleaning the house.
By the time it’s 19, my wife is not yet back home and I am exhausted, I order us some Pizza and as we wait, I help the girls with their home work. When the Pizza finally gets delivered, I set the table and we sit to eat.
Tasha walks into the house just as we finish eating.
‘Mummy!’ the girls run up to her
After a couple of quick hugs and kisses, they rush towards their bedroom to brush their teeth and prepare for bed.
‘Hey,’ I walk towards her and kiss her forehead.
She yawns, ‘Yes.’
I get her hand bag from her and walk her to our room, she throws herself on the bed and I slip her shoes off her feet. She closes her eyes as I stroke down her ankles and around her foot to press into the arch.
I slowly work out the ache in her foot, stroking, probing and pressing.
‘Feels good doesn’t it?’ I ask
She gives a soft sigh.
‘How was your day?’ I ask
‘Busy as usual. What have you cooked?’
‘Didn’t have time to cook, I just ordered pizza.’
Her eyes snap open, ‘Pizza? You fed my children Pizza? What happened to healthy home cooked meals?’
I shrug, ‘I didn’t have time to prepare anything.’
She pushes me and stands up, ‘What time did you leave work?’ she enquires.
’16: 20,’ I respond.
‘Your class ends at116:00, why did you leave school at 16:20? What were you doing in those twenty minutes?’
‘Well, I had a mini discussion with Anna.’
‘Anna again, haven’t I told you I don’t want you associating with that woman?’
‘She is my friend.’
‘I don’t care if she is your friend,’ she snaps, ‘you must cut off all ties with her, you are a married woman what do you have in common with an old single woman?’
‘I don’t want to fight with you, just let this go.’
‘I will not let this go, you have to tell me why you are so bent on being friends with that woman? Have you been sleeping with her?’
‘My God Tasha,’ I shake my head.
‘Don’t take me for a fool Fred,’ she grabs my shirt roughly and holds it.
‘Mummy,’ the door creaks open and the girls walk into our room.
Tasha let’s me go instantly.
‘Yes sweethearts,’ she smiles at them
‘Can you read us a story?’ they ask
‘Sure my darlings let me just change into something comfortable, go to your room and I will oin you soon.’
They walk out happily.
She undresses and changes into her yellow pajamas.
‘This is not over,’ she says before she walks out of the room.
****July 2, 2020 at 7:22 am #1395629Daniel EdemMember
July 2, 2020 at 8:27 am #1395641ThecomelyMember
- "Posts & Comments"5451
- Chief contributor
- "Posts & Comments"1485
oya bring it onJuly 2, 2020 at 9:03 am #1395644GraceMember
- "Posts & Comments"624
Ride onJuly 2, 2020 at 9:25 am #1395648LadyGMember
July 2, 2020 at 11:20 am #1395666SISAN GOODMember
- "Posts & Comments"4319
- Chief contributor
- "Posts & Comments"61
This happens when the woman earns more than the man……she is bound to disrespect her husband… 89% of women are guilty of this
Viewing 8 posts - 1 through 8 (of 556 total)
Viewing 8 posts - 1 through 8 (of 556 total)