Re: She wants my husband at all cost - ...It happened to me too

Last week, we published the story of a woman who is about to lose her husband to a lady she helped out.
Today, a reaction to her cry for help is published. That is not all, the woman also shared her experience.
Please read and learn from her.
Thanks for your support at all times.
Monica Taiwo.

I read this woman’s story few days ago and it was like a play-back of my own experience, I would say she is very lucky that it has not degenerated to the level that her husband would tell her point blank that he preferred the other lady to her.

I am not saying the situation right now is okay, but during my own crisis, it got to a level that my husband asked me to go to hell if I wanted to, as the girl I brought into my home and spent my money on would take my place.

It was just the grace of God that restored my home and the holy spirit opened my husband's eyes to see his follies.

Just like this woman took this lady up to help, I also tried to help this family, not realising that I was inviting trouble into my home.

I did my NYSC up North and that was where I met my husband - Femi. Both of us were lucky to secure good jobs there too, we only came down south to get married and went back.

During the persistent religious crisis in Kano, our families insisted that we returned to the south, and we did. We were both lucky to secure good jobs on arrival, with the help of our parents. Femi went back to the bank and I to my practice as a medical doctor.

My parents are advanced in years and because all of their children were married, one of my little cousins stayed with them and they had a woman who came in to do the cleaning and cooking everyday.

This arrangement was perfect and the woman, Mama Maria, a widow from Kogi was a very hardworking woman, loved by all of us because of the way she handled our parents' issues.

I went to see my parents one Saturday afternoon and I met Mama Maria in the kitchen weeping like the world had ended. I asked her why and she explained that her first daughter Maria, needed some money to sort out some things in school. I asked why she did not ask my parents, she explained that they just helped her out with her other children's school fees and she could not ask them again.

Because of her kindness and disposition towards my family, I asked her to see me the following day, a Sunday, when she would not go to work. She came to my house, in company with her daughter and I was able to help sort out the financial problem.

That was how Maria got to know my house and she started visiting. After writing her SSCE exams, she would come around to help and sometimes visit to play with my children.

To the glory of God, I am blessed with three kids, two boys and one girl. Then, it wasn’t that I really needed her around the house because I had a grown-up nanny, Iyaa, that came with me from the North who took good care of my children and home.

I could not ask Maria to stop coming because I saw her as a family member.

Initially, when she first started coming, she would come and leave in the evening, she was so free in the house that she could come in even while my husband and I were not around and nobody questioned her.

She passed her exams and secured admission into Yaba College of Technology then, and my husband and I helped to settle her in school. The mother was so happy that she came to the house to thank us and life continued. Her schooling in Yaba, although she had accommodation meant she was closer to us, because we were staying at Suru-lere. Then she would come in for the weekend, sometimes she stayed back and went for her lectures from home. I treated her like a sister, and she had access to almost everything that belonged to me.

Along the line, Iyaa began to complain about her. There was a particular day we were all at the dining table eating, and she asked me to watch out and be careful, that this young girl was flirting with my husband right under my nose and I could not see it. She conversed with me in Hausa language, of course, both Maria and my husband did not understand what she said. I did not think twice over what she said because I felt sometimes Iyaa could really overdo things and before then, I had had cause to scold her for being too hard on Maria. I felt she didn't like her from day one and she had always treated her with suspicious.

In fact, Iyaa called me one day and told me not to encourage too much familiarity between my family and Maria's family.

I wondered why, but did not bother to ask her what her reasons were. I never knew that the old woman had the gift to see beyond me.

To be continued.