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I know it’s not fair. It never is fair, especially when divorce or separation is the subject, more so if you are the wife, a housewife to be precise and abandoned by a husband for a younger woman. That is me. It is me, a 40-year-old stay-at-home mother of five kids who was recently dumped by her husband. We’ve been together for more than half my life, and I never thought we would come to this. I never thought that he would stop loving me, and ultimately leave me for another. But he did. It is my reality now, and it is something that I have to accept.
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At first, I begged. I begged him to stay. I asked him to take me back. I begged him to think of our kids and keep the marriage together. It was foolish of me back then to believe that I have the power to beg him and that after my begging, he would give in to my wishes. I was so wrong on all levels. The man who took my womanhood and I willingly gave my life away for more than two decades was now bored of me. He used me up when I was young, sucked everything in, and when I had nothing left of my youth, he threw me away like a broken doll.
My grandfather knew of my begging him, and with that, he reached out to me. He went to my house, and his usually smiling face was red and stern.
“I heard that you were begging that husband of yours to come back to you.”
He didn’t get an answer from me, but I bowed my head, and he knew what that was in an instant.
“Have you no pride?” he said. “Where is your worth? Where is your pride? This person promised you a life of togetherness, and now, he broke that promise and left you. He abandoned you. He kicked you to the curb, baby girl. Do you understand that? Have you no pride at all?”
My grandfather’s words sting so bad, and it was like an open wound being submerged in 70% isopropyl alcohol. It was that excruciating. I started to cry, and he scooped me.
“I am here for you. Your grammy is also here for you. Your mom may not be here, but I know for a fact that she will support you in your decision to move on.” He said.
“Move on?” I asked.
“Yes, baby girl. You are moving on. You will move on from this and go on with your life, without that person.” Up until the last minute, he won’t say something wrong about the man that I married. He just called him “person.” How funny.
And I laughed.
He didn’t even ask me why I laughed. He just laughed with me. And then hugged me some more.
“Let’s go, baby girl. I will treat you with that milk tea thing that you like. It’s on me.” He motioned me to get up and pointed the bathroom.
“Go on, and take a bath. Make yourself pretty, put on some of those lipstick things you buy online. And wear a nice dress – that black one you wore during Uncle Pat’s party. You are so beautiful, baby girl. Don’t you forget that.” My grandfather had a way with words and knew exactly what to say at the right moment.
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And so, I stood up and followed what he said. After that milk tea date, I never begged him again. I also moved on from my self-pitying phase and started to accept the reality that it’s over.
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