Diary of a single mother 9
I was inconsolable. I cried my eyes till they almost puffed out.
I was still crying when my phone rang. It was my mother. I was so happy because I needed some form of warmth at that moment. I needed someone to listen to me and tell me “all will be well Chinyere”.
I cleaned my eyes and picked the call with excitement.
“Hello mummy”. I said.
“Chinyere! What is wrong with you? Haven’t you dent the image of our family enough? Why do you want to completely tarnish the image your father and I has built over the years?”. My mother said with anger.
All the excitement I had, vanished immediately. I became tranquil and somber.
“What did I do mummy”. I asked solemnly.
“The question should be what have you not done. Frank’s mom just called. She told me how you go about desecrating her whole house. Are you even possessed or something? Look at the insults I am receiving because you”. My mother shouted.
“I am sorry mom”. I said in a husky voice.
“You better be. Let this be the last negative report I will be getting about you! Are you even sure you came out of my womb?”. My mother said and heaved a loud sigh. She ended the call immediately.
I went into an instant depression. The whole world was against me for sure.
Everyone always have a negative thing to say about me. No one wants to hear how I truly feel.
Yes! I know I made a mistake. I shouldn’t have gone into a relationship at that young age. I shouldn’t have opened my legs for a man who isn’t my husband. I know all these.
But is that enough for all these hatreds? Why am I the only one suffering from the consequences?
Can’t someone just look beyond my mistakes and love me correctly? Do I really deserve all these?
Most times, I wake up in the middle of the night with some weird cravings but there is no one to cry to. Sometimes, I won’t be able to fall back asleep till the next morning and I still need to wake early to assist with house chores.
“Let me just d*e ๐ญ”.
TBC
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