Life With Tutu

Life fell into a steady pattern. I would stay at home whilst hubby worked as a business man. The nature of the 'business' I knew not. He always patted my arm condescendingly whenever I asked him. Apparently the great oaf felt such things were not meant for feminine heads! Anyways, why should I care? I was well taken care of, my mother and siblings got regular and generous allowances monthly and they were happy….very happy at my own unhappy expense. I think I know not how to be happy. I have always been very melancholic even as a child. Always kept to myself except for my brief fling of sorts. Maybe happiness was never going to be my thing. Maybe happiness is only for certain groups of people  Whilst hubby was at his ‘ business', I spent my time exploring the house. It was enormous and we have a maid and a cook to assist. Hubby was a traditionalist…his wife had to prepare all his meals. I had no issues with it as it gave me something to do. I do not know how to be idle and I

  I could not just believe my eyes as it was an ogre that stared right back at me. The smile plastered on his face, just made him…..more beastly! He moved into the room and sat beside me on the four poster bed, the last time I would be sitting on the bed as a spinster in my late father's house. I could not cry. He laid his hand…better yet, his great paw, on my lap, for he was a large man. I cringed at his touch, revulsion rising. My bridesmaid looked at my bowed head, with sympathy, she later told me. Hatred rose up betwist my breasts at the same time. This was an imposter! This was completely, totally disimilar to the fine pictures I had been shown by my…..very wicked and heartless uncles! May thunder and brimstone fall on their heads! At last he was done talking and took his leave. I raised my head at Chinonso, my bridesmaid, my face bathed with tears of rage and helplessness. Chinonso silently took me in her arms and wiped my face as best as she could. My make up had to be re do