MOTHER, WHERE DID I GO WRONG? Pt 4

I noticed that I was getting very pale.Even though I wasn't eating well due to depression, I just was sure that this was very unusual. After observing myself for some days, I decided to go to the hospital for check up. There I was told I was pregnant. Well. I'm very sorry to say this - I wasn't happy about the news at all.

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There was no joy in me because I had already made up my mind to opt out of the marriage. I was so sure that there was no way my marriage would remain the same since my husband already saw me as the primary cause of his mother's death. Even though I wanted to keep it, I  felt very sad because we had waited 4 years for  a child.

Two days after, my husband showed up from nowhere. He came in the evening looking very lean and unkempt. I didn't even recognize him at first. His face looked angry and sad. It was a look I had never seen before and a look I wasn't prepared to live with for the rest of my life. He walked towards me while I starred at him and handed me a letter of divorce.

I didn't hesitate to take it from him at all.  I told him to wait for a minute so I could get a letter that I wanted to give him. Luckily, the pregnancy test result was already lying there on the dinning table. So I handed it over to him. He opened it immediately and for about 20 minutes, he kept looking into the letter. And before I knew it, he began to weep. He said he wants everything to go back to the way it used to be. Trust me! I didn't say a word. I quietly went into the bedroom and locked the door. I really needed to sleep and did not want to be bothered at all since I had already made up my mind to quit the marriage.

  That night he moved back into the house but he moved into the other room since I had locked the main bedroom. Well, his return did not mean anything to me.

From that then henceforth, He began to wake up very early in the morning to cook, he always went to the market, he would always wait for me to get dressed so he could drop me at work, he always cleaned the house etc...... but all those I never accepted. I never ate his food, used his food stuff, rode in his car nor even talked to him. I just didn't see a need for reconciliation because had it been I wasn't carrying his child, he would not have returned. I had even started to make plans to move into another apartment.

Despite my not paying attention to him, he never gave up. He kept doing all those nice things, begging all the time t forgive him. Again,  He always  made  sounds every night as if he was sick but, I never paid attention t it because I felt all those were tactics just to lure me to forgive him sincethat was his usual tactics when things were still ok.

Then one day I got a shocking call at work from the hospital that my husband had died. Could this be another tactics of his? CLICK HERE FOR THE FINAL PART

Keep a date with otistories.blogspot.com tomorrow for the conclusion of this story.
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