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'I regret snatching my friend’s husband' — Reader
AReader wrote: I have
followed your columns
way back from your
Punch days when |I was in the
university. Most of the times,
your articles are so down-toearth
they speak to me – as if
you are writing about me. In
one of the editions of Sunday
Vanguard a few months back,
you wrote about my second
marriages might not work. I am
a living example of that. I’d
been married for over 12 years
with three children when I
changed jobs for a challenging
management post in a bank.
The salary almost doubled what
I earned and I quickly made
friends with a colleague who
was about the same age. Her
name is Tina and it was inevitable
that both families met.
“We attended each other’s
functions and Francis, Tina’s
husband, was a particularly
friendly chap. Tina had regaled
me with stories of his affairs but
I saw the reason why women
found him attractive - he was
dishy! When Tina travelled
abroad on a course and Francis
came to the office, I wondered
what he wanted. Thinking he
needed help with his bank account,
I went to him. But he said
he just dropped by because he
was lonely and missed Tina so
much. He also missed her homecooking.
I was touched and
promised to drop some packaged
meals at his place. He was
to put them in the freezer and
help himself whenever he felt
hungry.
“True to my word, I dropped
the meals at the house of a very
eager Francis. He offered to pay
for them, but I refused. |He insisted
I stayed for a drink To be
frank with you, Francis had always
intrigued me. I mean, he
must have something special for
all those women to be panting
after him. So, when he made a
pass at me, I didn’t resist. Like
a lamb to the slaughter, I let him
lead me to his matrimonial be.
I wasn’t disappointed – Francis
really knew how to bonk! Why
else was I risking my marriage
for this? He made my head spin
with his love-making, transporting
me to places I never imagined
possible.
“That was how our affair
started. So though Tina and I
worked together, I parcelled off
the guilty I felt at helping myself
to her husband. I knew we
were playing with fire – both of
us were married with children
and Tina, my friend, was the one
who’d introduced me to her husband.
That shows the extent of
her trust and complacency in her
marriage. Seun, my husband and
I had since lost the magic of our
early years. Even then, he wasn’t
as hot as Francis was. Comparing
Seun to Francis was like
comparing a Christmas sparkler
to a rocket! My head had already
been turned by Francis’ sizzling,
scorching ways. So the affair
continued for about a year
before the bubble burst. I was returning
from another illicit date
with Francis when my husband
was waiting for me with a disgusted
look on his face. “Tina just
rang”, he spat. “She saw you with
her husband coming out of an
hotel. |She said she’d become
suspicious of her husband yet
again and had followed him only
to see both of you together.
“All the glow of our love-making
drained out of me. “We are
just friends having a meal together
...” I panicked. Seun
warned I shouldn’t insult his intelligence.
Instead, I should be
thinking of what to tell my friend
when I faced her in the office the
next day. As for this sham of a
marriage, Seun told me it was
now dust. He couldn’t cope with
the thought that his wife had
been having a torrid affair with
a supposed family friend for
months. What I had was not a
fling, he told me nastily, it was
a relationship and I was now
free to pursue my passion.
“The hardest part was facing
Tina in the office. She made a
scene and all eyes were on me
as if I’d committed a crime.
Our head of department invited
us both to his office when
he heard the commotion, and
to be fair to him, he didn’t pass
judgement. All he said was that
we’d both fouled up the office
atmosphere and one of us
would have to be transferred
to another branch. I quickly
offered to go. I felt really awful
at first. But Francis was
really sorry for breaking up
my marriage and quickly
found me a flat, which I moved
into with two of my children.
“My eldest, a boy, decided to
stay with his father. So that
was how Francis and I became
a reluctant couple, Tina stayed
put in her matrimonial home
– she’s used to her husband’s
philandering. Whatever sadness
I felt at the death of my
marriage was quickly erased
by Francis’ love-making. Fate
put on its final seal when I discovered
I was pregnant. It
wasn’t planned and I was really
angry with myself. Francis, on
the other hand was delighted
and before the baby was due, insisted
on a traditional marriage.
Seun had already instituted
a divorce anyway and I
would be a fool to contest it with
a full-blown pregnancy!
“I couldn’t socialize because
most of our friends were aware
of what happened and they
weren’t sympathetic – especially
the married ones. They openly
disapproved of it. The birth of
our son didn’t help much. I
couldn’t find a convenient house
help and when Francis visited,
I wasn’t the temptress he was
used to. But as soon as the boy
was a toddler, we were back to
a semblance of romance. Only
as the years rolled by, I still felt
like the other woman – but without
the excitement and sparks.
Tina still lived with her husband
and when Francis took our son
to visit his four other kids, my
blood boiled because Tina
would be there probably with
her disapproving look.
“Seven years after my husband
threw me out, passion with
Francis now meant screaming
arguments, not frenzied lovemaking.
He’d since had a couple
of affairs I was aware of and
we kept falling out, then falling
into each other’s arms.
Only the making up became less
and less. Seun had already remarried
though he had a very
good rapport with two of our
children that lived with me. I’d
made my bed, building it on
deceit. Was lying in it now my
just desert? It was then I started
having panic attacks and palpitations.
My doctor said it was
stress-related. My illicit love
life was affecting my health.
“Now that my complaints had
become second nature, I saw
Francis less and less. He’d
bought us a flat in his son’s
name and wasn’t really keen on
sex. When I discovered he’d
started yet another affair, it
didn’t even bother me until I
learnt that she was pregnant.
Francis had always believed I
had affairs from time to time.
If I could do it when I was properly
married, what stopped me
from doing it now that I was a
quasi wife? I couldn’t blame
him really – betraying my exhusband’s
trust for a fling with
him has damaged my credibility.
“As he spent more and more
time with his younger wife, I
saw very little of him. Tina is
still married to him and he’s set
up home with his younger lover.
These days, on the few occasions
I see Tina at official functions,
she will gloat at me with
a wry smile. A husband snatcher
who’d been given a dose of her
medicine. Thank goodness, I
still have my job – it’s a stabilising
force in a world of passion
gone wrong ...”
– Your faithful reader
Go stuff yourself?
(Humour)
A rich man and a poor man
are talking about what they are
going to give their wives for
Easter. Rich Man: I’ve given my
wife a Mercedes Benz and a diamond
ring. Poor Man: Blimey!
Why did you get her both? Rich
Man: Because if she doesn’t like
one, she always has the other.
What are you going to give your
wife? Poor Man: I’ve bought
her slippers and a dildo. Rich
Man: Why did you get her a
dildo? Poor Man: Because if
she doesn’t like the slippers, she
can go screw herself.
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We are singularity of fragmented hearts
Love loving without loving love
We know this, we do not know this
You make my eyes hail broken rain
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Ocean writhes and tests itself on you
I let you tear and flow through my eyes
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Be proactive in approaching
her
All what you have to do his to believe and
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You still need to believe in the love processes
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