Chronicle Of A Happily Divorced Woman - Part 10

I remember when we newly got married, we do our laundry together as we didn’t have a washing machine. We empty the laundry basket every Saturday and I sort the clothes out and soak them separately. When it was time to do the washing, my ex would tell me to go ahead and be washing, that he needed to check mails.

He said because of the time difference of some clients, he would need to send them mails at that time of the day.

I didn’t know whatsup then. Lol. I just went ahead to wash so he could rinse them. But before I knew it, I would be doing the whole thing since I did not want to interrupt his work. I did not mind doing the laundry and I also wanted him to pay attention to his work. Getting up to rinse and then going back to his computer again was somehow to me so I just complete the work.

At the same time, I loved us to do it together to build our bond as a couple doing things in unison. But he needed to work so I washed.

I would do the washing, dry out the clothes, sweep and mop the house, toilets and bathroom, kitchen, in short do the general clean-up. It was a three bed/2baths and toilets apartment so the house was not a small one to begin with.

I would then go ahead to make breakfast before going to the market to get things for weekend meals, soups, sauces etc. Come back and start making the soups & co. Then sort out my work clothes for the week and iron them. By the time I am through with these routines, I have no time to rest. 

The next day, church activities and when am back, I start planning my work schedules for the week.

And Bobo will just be checking ‘mails’, lounging and making no move to assist me with chores. After a month, I realized the toll this was taking on my health so I had a talk with him. I asked that he helped me out with chores like cleaning & washing so I can do the market runs & cooking. He told me he couldn’t clean the house. And that it was the responsibility of a wife to wash her husband’s clothes. Hey God! Nothing wey I never hear for this marriage life. A woman must wash her husbands’ clothes? Someone that has hands and legs, was not sick or on wheelchair…I will wash his clothes? I told him that was a big fat lie!

I did not marry an elderly Baba that I will be washing his clothes. At least I will know what I signed for. What kind of scam is this?

Beginning from that day, I stopped washing his clothes.
So, this was the kind of mentality this man had?

There was no house help, no weekend caretakers to assist me. All the work was on me and with all that stress, no thank you or well done for all the work I do. This house chores issues dragged on until he reported me to my parents, god parents, to even his friends. When they told him he was wrong, he went to report me to my boss at work. 

The reports dragged on ‘til I left the marriage.