MARRIAGE IN TROUBLE pt8 (Sex, Prayer & Fasting) – Penultimate

It has been five days since my nightmare, five days since my dad informed Kenny, three days since I got back home from the hospital and he still hasnβt showed up. I have no more will left to even live another dayβ¦β¦
After a whole month of daily calls to Kenny with no response, I finally gave up. I knew my marriage was over. I had gone through the full cycle from tears to pain in my heart to anger to being just blank. I have finally resigned myself to fate. Even the strength to pray had left me. I have tried interpreting Kennyβs silence in different ways but my conclusion was that he just didnβt love me enough to fight for us. I sent him different text messages and not once did he humour me and respond. I just could not understand why a man will be silent after hearing his wife was raped.
As always my mum walked into my bedroom that Friday afternoon once again to ask what happened between my husband and I. She had soon figured out something was wrong but I always refused to tell her.
βLola, you know what? Your father and I have tried. You have stayed in our house for over a month and we have been caring. You canβt keep saying there is nothing wrong when I have been married for thirty five years and I know more than youβ
βMum, please I donβt have the strength to argueβ.
βOkay then, your father and I have decided you canβt live here anymore. We will not harbour a married woman in our home. Since you and your husband donβt respect us enough to seek for advice. Please go back to him or wherever you want but you cannot stay under my roofβ.
Still shocked at what she was saying, βMum?β
βDaughter!!! Yes?β
I finally relented. I didnβt even have a plan B.β Mum, Kenny and I have serious problems. Our marriage is not even up to a year and we donβt even know how to move forwardβ.
βOkay tell me everythingβ.
So I sat for over an hour and told my mum every single detail from my wedding night to the day I left Kennyβs house. Surprisingly, my mum did not interrupt or blow up at me. I expected her to start screaming but her calmness amazed me.
βHeeeeeeee Omolola, O ti ba ye je ( you have spoilt the world)β She said in Yoruba language when I was finally done.
βMummy haba, what did I do wrong? How can Kenny just abandon me here? His love is fleeting mum, it canβt even stand the test of timeβ. I said with deep anger and disappointment.
βhmmmmm, first of all, you are changing your church. The kind of pastorβs wife that will give you such advise is not who you should be listening to. Why didnβt you call me? Why did you go to an outsider?β