Diary of a Trophy wife

Diary of a Trophy Wife[V]

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We also didn’t drive to the hospital. We took a taxi.
That’s how embarrassed Emma was.
If that was what it took to have him see a specialist, it was very fine by me.

The elderly doctor was just perfect!!!
His grey hair made it easy for Emma to speak so frankly. I was excited!!!
Blood samples were taken for tests to be run and after a week, we revisited still dressed like undercover police men … hahahaha!!!

… Final Stage

Diagnosis : – Erectile Dysfunction secondary type 2 diabetes mellitus.

Dr Ibeh explained that Emma has a temporary impotence which was caused by a type 2 diabetes. He further explained that the diabetes had caused insufficient blood supply to his penis and his constant anxiety had aggravated his condition.

Emma had lived in denial for years and so, his condition had worsened with time.
He prescribed drugs and asked that we buy a vacuum pump cylinder.
This was some good news. The word temporary meant a lot to me.

There was NO way Emma and I would walk into a shop to buy a vacuum pump cylinder.
So, we just googled it and ended up ordering it from Amazon. It would take a few days to be delivered. We were anxious … We both ran to the door anytime we heard a knock.

It was finally delivered on Sunday morning.

Although we were dressed and ready to leave for church, we had to try this out.

Like toddlers, we unwrapped our parcel, read the instruction and proceeded to use it.
We fumbled and fumbled to no avail. This got us laughing like two adventurous teenagers. This was before we realized how late we were for church.

We quickly packed it up and sped off to church.

At church, everyone wanted to know if everything was ok. We always looked put together and we were never late but not his time. We giggled and told them that we were perfect.

Each time we thought of ‘our pump’ experience, we giggled and got that awkward glance from people around.

Personally, I didn’t hear a word of what was said in church and when church was over, I pulled Emma away like a spoilt brat. No meetings, No hellos,  No chit chats.

We got home and resumed our task. Pump! Pump!! Pump!!! and there it was … Emma was ready to end my thirst but he felt severe pain and removed the ring to release the blood…

We cuddled in celebration of the first milestone. The days that followed were the most exciting for us and I finally had my thirst quenched.
( it wasn’t the most beautiful experience)
On the contrary, it was painful but I was fulfilled and so was Emma.
Sex became his favorite activity and although I was bruised down there, saying NO wasn’t even an option as Emma was happier than I had ever known him to be.

My body couldn’t take it and soon enough I broke down and had to be admitted .

I couldn’t tell the doctor what had gotten me so stressed out. He asked several times but I just answered vaguely.

I finally got relieved when he explained that “it must be the pregnancy”

Pregnancy?!!! OMG!!! Emma screamed without restraint. He hugged, knelt, danced, sang, prayed … I just sat up and laughed as I was overwhelmed by the turn of events . Everything seemed like a dream.

I called mummy to tell her the good news and she didn’t stop thanking God for the herbs. … Lol!!!

#JustWritingAloud
#AL

… The End

 

*…Blog picture [trophy V] gotten from https://pixabay.com/en/woman-girl-freedom-happy-sun-591576/ through google search.

Diary of a Trophy Wife [IV]

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Few days later, I got a very detailed mail from the only person that knew what I was going through. She made my problem seem so small as she pointed me towards a BIG God. She explained to me that the first step to every problem was to talk to the One who knows the end from the beginning.
I realized that I had cried, screamed and thought but I had never really prayed. I had never really poured out my heart to the One who has the answer to my problem. For the first time, I knelt down and talked to God, Father to daughter.

What great relief it was, I was lighter than I had been for months .

As I moved to her second advice, I was shocked at what I found out .. I couldn’t wait for Emma to return…

The Reality Stage …

As Emma walked through the door, I welcomed him warmly with a smile
(I hadn’t done that in a while)
I could see the skepticism on his face. He wanted to know what changed.

“Emma I want to accept what you have to offer.
   It’s for better or for worse … this is the worse.
   It can only get better” I said.

He stared at me and fought the tears that almost popped out of his eyes but he didn’t say a word.

I went into the kitchen, hid myself and cried for a minute. I didn’t want him to see me crying so I washed my face and wore my smile like a mask. Days after, we kept trying to reach the main ‘event’ but he could never see ‘it’ through. Each time, I reassured him that we have eternity together ( I didn’t believe me). The disappointment was frustrating. I was so thirsty … the frustration I felt couldn’t be expressed in words but I tried to focus on the One who is able.

I talked a lot to my BIG GOD and finally it paid off

Emma opened up.

He told me how frustrated he felt and how he felt less than a man. He was sorry that he put me in the ‘situation’ and was ready to give me my freedom. I didn’t deserve it … we both sat on the floor and wept so bitterly.
I finally had my chance to walk away. A chance to move on to a man who could satisfy my thirst but I couldn’t leave …

I held him close till he slept off…
He woke up very excited. He even had a bounce to his steps … lol
This was my opportunity!!!
I said a quick prayer and talked to him about visiting a specialist.
He said he was too embarrassed and once again,
I reassured him. He didn’t want anyone to find out.

Few weeks later, we were on our way to meet up our appointment dressed like ‘men in Black’ … we both wore face caps and for the first time, we laughed until we cried…

We also didn’t drive to the hospital. We took a taxi.
That’s how embarrassed Emma was.
If that was what it took to have him see a specialist, it was very fine by me.

The elderly doctor was just perfect!!!
His grey hair made it easy for Emma to speak so frankly. I was excited!!!
Blood samples were taken for tests to be run and after a week, we revisited still dressed like undercover police men … hahahaha!!!

: – Diagnosis: –

… to be continued
… Final Stage

#JustWritingAloud
#AL

 

*…Blog picture [window] gotten from http://www.shutterstock.com/video/clip-4510874-stock-footage-woman-wakes-up-silhouette-of-the-woman-against-window.html google search.

 

Diary of a Trophy Wife [III]

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The next morning, Emma was so sorry. He sent text messages telling me how we have eternity to spend together… “Eternity?
What has that got to do with my hymen?”

The days that followed had Emma showering me with the nicest gifts but no explanation as to why he hadn’t slept with his lawfully wedded wife.

As if my problems weren’t enough, his mum called.

Delusional stage…

She informed me of her intended visit at the end of the month. If I was on any contraceptives, I need to discontinue with it because she would be coming with herbs to speed up my ability to conceive.

She reminded me that Emma is an only child and so, the ‘ Family’ is anxious to welcome heirs. Especially Sons.

Hahahahahaha! “ heirs?” “ How?”

I just listened as tears flowed down my cheeks and my heart broke in a thousand pieces. I felt like a prisoner. Like a confused prisoner.

At the end of the month, ‘ mummy’ (Emma’s mum) arrived with the herbs as promised and I sheepishly drank herbal concoctions every morning and evening for one long week. All this while, Emma watched me without saying a word!

How wicked can a man be?
Could it be that his mum is aware of this condition?
Could it be that the concoctions contain some kind of sperm?
Is that how she got pregnant with Emma?
I lost it completely!!!
I became paranoid. Even the most foolish conclusions made sense to me…

I took a peek at explicit movies to be sure that sex involved some sort of penetration and yes!!! It did.

I had two options,
… Speak with someone about my situation or
… LOSE MY MIND .

I chose to speak with someone but who?
For days, I went through my phonebook without being able to figure out the right person to speak with and then I came across a Christian blog for women.
I wrote my story without reservations to this unknown person and I hit the send button…

Few days later, I got a very detailed mail from the only person that knew what I was going through. She made my problem seem so small as she pointed me towards a BIG God. She explained to me that the first step to every problem was to talk to the One who knows the end from the beginning.
I realized that I had cried, screamed and thought but I had never really prayed. I had never really poured out my heart to the One who has the answer to my problem. For the first time, I knelt down and talked to God, Father to daughter.

What great relief it was, I was lighter than I had been for months .

As I moved to her second advice, I was shocked at what I found out .. I couldn’t wait for Emma to return…

#JustWritingAloud
#AL

 

 

*…Blog picture [woman thought] gotten from http://www.crosswalk.com/blogs/debbie-mcdaniel/a-call-for-gods-people-to-pray.html through  google search.

Diary of a Trophy Wife [II]

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… I was soo happy but Emma was happier…
I knew that the excitement wasn’t unrelated to being ravished.
After all, he had waited for almost three years.

…but like a baby, he slept off.

Honeymoon phase…

I love my husband and was eager to have him make love to me but I was also pleased to know that he genuinely loved me and the marriage had nothing to do with my body.

I woke up to breakfast in bed and a lot of pampering.
It was obvious that we were newly weds… Everyone smiled at us as Emma was always all over me but in the bedroom, we somehow never reached the main “event”. The prelude was fantastic but day after day all I got was the prelude.
Days turned to weeks and weeks to a month and my hymen was still intact.
I was confused and couldn’t tell anyone what was happening.

Anytime I tried to bring up the topic, Emma would either change the topic or say something demeaning. On one Sunday after church, I used all the techniques I had read online to get Emma to reach the main event but it all ended with him insinuating that I am a prostitute.

A prostitute?
I’m still a virgin for crying out loud!!!

This just didn’t make sense and I had to find out from Emma what was really going on.
I woke him up and the turn of event shocked me…
my soft spoken husband had fire in his eyes and tone as he warned me to accept what he had to offer.
He made it clear that if I ever made love to anyone else, he would check me and know . OMG!!! “ What’s happening” I screamed.

He picked his pillow and left the room. I cried till my eyes were sore.

“ Is he a Ritualist?”
“Does this have something to do with his health?”

I couldn’t put this puzzle together…

The next morning, Emma was so sorry. He sent text messages telling me how we have eternity to spend together… “Eternity? What has that got to do with my hymen?”

The days that followed had Emma showering me with the nicest gifts but no explanation as to why he hadn’t slept with his lawfully wedded wife.

As if my problems weren’t enough, his mum called.

… to be Continued

 

#JustWritingAloud
#AL

 

*…Blog picture [sad] gotten from  http://blog.hillsbiblechurch.org/2014/01/14/a-word-to-those-who-are-single-iii-challenges-of-being-single/ through  google search.

Diary of a trophy wife

 

 

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I walked in and the decoration was mind blowing.
I hadn’t been in a church that paid so much attention to details.

The awards started and it was very gallant.
Men, women and children won different awards in in different categories.
Wow!!!

This was new to me. My church wasn’t this classy.
I enjoyed every bit of it.

As Bola and I stood waiting for a cab, a Toyota Land Cruiser parked by us and Bola hopped in quicker than I could open my mouth. I sat quietly behind while Bola sat in front and chatted away.

I recognized the middle aged man from the awards night.
His name was mentioned in almost every category and as he went for his medals and trophies, I admired him. He was pleasant to my eyes… 🙂

He dropped us off at school and that was the beginning of the rest of my life.

Emma would visit me every day after work and we would just talk about everything.
We laughed a lot and enjoyed each other’s company.

Emma and I became very good friends.
This didn’t go down well with Bola and she didn’t even try to hide that fact.
Emma on the other hand made it obvious that he had eyes for only me.
I was so flattered as I watched him ignore ladies that threw themselves at him.

As our friendship blossomed, we became best of friends.
We visited each other and soon enough I assumed the role of a “wife”; cleaning, cooking , washing and going for events together.
In spite of all these, Emma respected the one thing I had told him meant a lot to me;
My Virginity.

Each time I stayed over at his house, I got tempted to let go of my resolve to keep myself until marriage. Anytime he held me hmmmm …. ,
I just wanted to go all the way but Emma just knew when to stop.

On one occasion, I actually begged him to do “it” He held me really close and
explained that my virginity was important to him too and that he loved me too much to choose sex over the respect that he had for me.

I had so much respect for this Man.

Our relationship was the envy of everyone that knew us and on the evening of my graduation, Emma surprised me with a proposal. He went down on his knees in presence of my friends and family. I didn’t even pretend to be thinking….

I had looked forward to the proposal for two whole years!!!

The day had finally come and I was the happiest lady in the world…

My friends and family looked forward to the day as Emma wanted a very Lavish wedding. We did a Dubai pre-wedding photoshoot and had a London shopping spree..

The day finally came and it was as beautiful as everyone thought it would be..
I was soo happy but Emma was happier..
I knew that the excitement wasn’t unrelated to my being ravished.
After all, he had waited for almost three years.

… but like a baby , he slept off.

… to be Continued

#JustWritingAloud
#AL

 

 

*…Blog picture [shadow woman ] gotten from http://www.cloudfirstinc.com/blog/why-your-company-should-be-afraid-of-shadow-it-and-5-ways-to-combat-it/   through  google search.

 

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