Ovie was the love of my life, the one I hoped to spend the rest of my life with. Apart from his constant travel, we enjoyed an absolutely beautiful relationship but it had to end when his job took him to the UAE. Unlike other times, he wasn’t sure how long this particular trip was going to last.
By the time he was gone for over a year, it became clear that we couldn’t manage a long-distance relationship. My heart broke into several pieces and I thought I’d never find love again. But then it happened and I had a second chance at love when I met Fred.
We dated for a few months before I became his wife. When Fred and I exchanged our wedding vows that warm Friday evening, I thought he would be my forever man but unfortunately, the fairy tale didn’t last for long. We were not even married for six months before I started to feel the pressure from his parents.
Their constant intrusion in my marriage was annoying and the way they hounded me about giving them a grandchild was not what I had envisaged. I could understand their desperation to have grandchildren but I felt attacked, especially as no one was asking my husband questions, I was their target. From their calculation, I should already be heavily pregnant with their grandchild but I didn’t look as if I was worried.
When Fred and I were dating, I remember that his parents, especially his father, would always drop hints about his admiration for girls who got pregnant before they got married. I thought that was very unco.
