My American 3

They say love is blind, but marriage is the eye opener. O boy!did my eyes open?!
First off , after the wedding, he brought me to a dingy face me, I face you apartment. He had told me he lived in a three bed flat. So I was shocked. He started stammering and eventually the whole truth came tumbling out
My American hubby had been deported!
He came back without a dime. All the gifts he had been showering on me were from monies, a few friends who pitied him had gathered for him to start a small scale business with
Odiegwu!
The love I thought I had for him, evaporated, in that same instant. He had not a penny to his name. He had no job, and no prospects. All the academic qualifications were all lies, he was just a school cert holder who has been deported for dealing drugs!
His parents and a few friends I had met were all in on the deceit. All painted a rosy picture, all lied for him.
I wanted to flee, but where to?
It is said that if you cannot move forward, it is better to move backwards. But, I had no ‘ backwards’ to move to. I had no back up plan.
I thought of the shame my going back home would bring to my parents. I thought of my boastings to my friends and siblings, how we would be travelling back to the states, shortly after our wedding. I just knew ,I was grounded.
I had loved a mirage. I had loved, nothing. My  marriage was just a bloody charade.
I wept through out the night and for weeks after, I was in despair. I never planned to get pregnant. I had tried to be careful but fate had other plans.
Apparently, I’m stuck with my American, until I can think of a way to extricate myself.

The end…