But wait o! Is this really the woman I swore I would love for the rest of my life till death do us part? What happened to the butterflies in my belly? Have they all gone on vacation or something?
These were the questions that riddled my mind as I poured the last shot of tequila down my throat like it was stolen, the loud gulp made the bar tender look at me with questions in his eyes.
I thought to myself "but we dated for 5 good years, never for once did I doubt my feelings of love towards her. I had always thought I'd never stop loving her." So, what exactly is wrong with me? Abi, my village people are after me?
I admit that throughout our dating period we only saw a couple of times and didn't spend so much time together and that was because of the distance between us, we lived at opposite ends of Nigeria. Even more questions ran through my mind as I picked up my suit I hung on the stool at the bar.
This is just a year after we both said I DO and I already dread the thought of returning home to her this much? is it because of her incessant nagging about what I am not doing right or her failure to appreciate the sacrifices I make for our home?
While I was still brooding and trying to find my way to the car that I almost forgot where I parked, my phone rang. Yes, you guessed right. My Wife was calling, do I Ignore or pick? What does she want to say again?
As I picked, her voice melted me to the core of my being. She was crying. I became sober almost immediately, what happened babe? Are you okay? The only words I could hear were "Please come home" and she hung up.
How I got home safe that night without any police case is still a mystery to me because the way I drove would give every F1 driver a run for his money.
As I pushed open the door like a superhero coming to the rescue, I was greeted by an empty sitting room with the TV playing at a volume that seemed to be deafening at the time probably because I was tipsy and worried. I couldn't care less about it... I just dashed into the bedroom where I saw her, I saw my wife all curled up at one corner of the room.
Torn in-between whether to start casting and binding or going to give her a big bear hug... I went closer, babe, babe, I called, she turned and looked at me with tears steaming down her eyes. She blotted out the words "I am Sorry" riddled by the statement, "sorry for what?" I replied.
She retorted "for how I have treated you since we got married". These were words I never thought I'd ever hear from my Wife. I was curious and wanted to quiz her to know what divine intervention happened that made her feel this way but I knew this wasn't the time.
I hugged her for what felt like an eternity. As I held her close to my chest, I started to remember the little things I used to do in the first 3 months of our marriage which I had entirely stopped. These were things that made my wife so so happy, little as they may have been.
That night was arguably the most peaceful night rest I had ever had since we got married. We held each other so tight almost like we thought the boogie man would come and take one of us.
As the days passed, I took it upon myself to continue the little gestures I had stopped which made my wife happy. Slow but steady I could see the rays of sunshine that seemed to have been lost return to our home.
I then came to the realization that the little things do matter and they can be what spells out a super successful home or a home filled woes and miseries.
THE END
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