Tejumade my love, my lady, my one and only, my baby. All these and more were my nomenclatures for her. I had never seen a lady like her. Her smile is always hearty, and her laughs most times loud. The life of the party is one perfect way to describe her. Very outspoken, creative and brilliant. A great woman, my woman.
Our journey has been quite unconventional. We met online, started dating online, and planned basically everything about the relationship online before we even met in person. All of that happened five years ago. I remember that night, when it all started, we had a long chat on Facebook. We had been friends who chatted often. But that night was different.
We had talked about everything, from music, to school, to movies, to soccer, to books, to work and church and religion. We talked about family and gisted each other about what growing up was like for us. It was fun, I enjoyed every bit of that conversation. It was a memorable night. The night I proposed to her.
Sitting right here on our couch, I keep thinking about her, about us, about our dreams and what would become of them. What about our kids? The ones we planned to have. Does this mean they’ll never come? All these and more were my contemplation as I stared helplessly at those dreaded papers before me. But why? Why so soon? We’re just a little over a year gone in this marriage. And she wants out now? Tejumade don’t do this to us!
I saw this coming, but I dreaded the day it would come. We’ve been through this before. When we started dating, she told me that she felt that we were a mistake and she wanted out. We went our separate ways just a month after we got together. But we got back together three years ago. I ran into her at the mall, and we got talking again. Old fires were rekindled and we resumed our relationship.
Teju my girl……. We got engaged not too long after that day and looked forward to a lifelong journey together. But right now, the future looks bleak. We didn’t even get the chance to have those two kids I always dreamed of. Can this get any better? Maybe she’d change her mind. She still thinks that we are a mistake. I’m hurt!