Lonely Women

Episode 33

I was shocked at their words. I was getting tired of struggling but I wasn’t ready to give these so-called friends of mine the satisfaction they wanted. I had no idea why they would betray me this way and I knew that even though I got through this and reported to the police after this incident, the case would just vanished because Amarachi and Patricia would simply buy their way out.
“Since that incident of you dating David and even having the guts to marry him despite the fact that you knew that I liked him first, I have never forgiven you, Winifred!” Patricia stated. “If you hadn’t brought your holy-holy self into the room that night while we were about to go down and started disturbing us with prayers, he wouldn’t have noticed you not to talk of even liking you. After denying me of my own man, you think you can be happy in a marriage with what was supposed to be mine, uh? Let’s see about that!”

“Are you the only one?” Amarachi stated. “Chief wouldn’t just stop talking about her. You have no idea just how the sound of her name irritates me! It’s Winifred this, Winifred that! He compares me to her every time and I hate it! He will never let me hear the end of how she’s not the demanding type, how she’s so beautiful without makeup, how she respects people, how she is always contented with her life. Honestly, if not for the fear of going to jail, I would have poisoned that foolish man a long time ago and doused acid on this I- too-know here!”

Steve was sweating. We were both sweating and his grip on me was beginning to get slippery. Luckily, I had a break and freed my arms then I suddenly pressed his eyes hard with my thumbs. He screamed in pain and when his hold slacked a little, I jammed my knee into his crotch and he yelped and rolled off me, grabbing his aching gonads and whimpering in severe pain. I sprang to my feet and just when I faced the women like a mad woman, they dashed out of my room to the sitting room and I followed but just then, I heard my name,
“Winny? Winny?” Someone was shaking my shoulder

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When I opened my eyes, I realized that it was my husband. Slowly I propped on my elbows and muttered, “What?”
“I’m going to work.” He said as he knotted his tie in front of the mirror. Realizing that I had just had a nightmare, I took a deep sigh and collapsed on the bed again in great relief that my dream wasn’t real after all.
I didn’t think much of the dream until I joined Patricia in the car later in the day because we were supposed to go to a wedding. We began to chitchat at the back when the driver chipped in a remark as he drove and Patricia simply laughed and said, “You are such a naughty boy, Sani.”
Right there, I told the driver to stop the car. Patricia was surprised and asked if something was wrong and all I could say was, “I’m not feeling too well, I just want to go back home. You and Amarachi can go to the wedding without me, goodnight.”
I got down, hailed a cab and went home and that was the last time I ever spoke to them again. Two months later, my husband was transferred to Canada and when he told me that the company had also made preparations for me to go with him, I was so excited that he was baffled at my reaction. I was glad that I had had that dream and I had avoided being a victim of my callous friends and their blackmail.

Note: Most women whose husbands are unable to give them the attention and care they need, end up indulging in extra-marital affairs. They buy the attention of younger men with the money provided by their husbands and most of these men are pressured into meeting their sexual needs by neglecting their girlfriends, fiancees and wives in order to please these lonely wives. Beware of friends who will push you into horrible situations all because they are also doing it. Most times, they don’t mean well at all for you and are only trying to destroy the happiness you have that they lack. Thank you.

THE END