Before I decided to throw my marriage into the boondocks, everything was going well.
I lacked nothing.
I did not have to work, it was an option not a necessity.
I had pocket money.
I went on lavish vacations or rather baecations.
The luxury goods in my closet were valued the price of a full boutique.
I was happy, got regular sex, great foot rubs and massages.
I could be described as one of the few women who found a husband on a platter of gold.
I guessed I was positioned in the right place and time to receive him. There was only one pending question in my head.
I took the question into my marriage.
Did I deserve him?
Yemi had the opportunity to marry someone else but instead he chose me. Rita, was a Kalabari girl whom his parents had approved of for him to marry. I remember seeing her once at a wedding. She was fair skinned with long, thick, natural type 4 C hair. She was a medical doctor who was practicing in a private hospital. Yemi was not interested in marrying Rita, much to his parents dismay. Rita moved on quickly. I thought there would be drama, or she would come fighting me for Yemi, but she never did.
