Tiwa The Therapist (Vol 1)

three: "...a perfect waste of time"

Three

"...a perfect waste of time."

"I got married only four years ago, if that's what you wanted to know." She threw me a fake smile for a second before reaching for her phone.

'this one is going to be hard nut to crack'

"I wonder how that must feel..."

"What?" She looked up from her phone.

"Marriage." I sat up. "I know it's unethical to share my personal life with you, but my mum has been bugging me to get married, it's so tiring." I rolled my eyes and shook my head as I watched her access my demeanor as if checking to see if I was trying to manipulate her into opening up; which was exactly what I was trying to do.

She dropped her phone, crossed her legs and placed a hand above her knee.

"I think marriage is a sham, a joke, a perfect waste of time and most importantly, I think it's another name for hellfire."

'Great! It worked! Manipulation always works for narcissists.'

"Oh wow!"

"You know, I think it's also funny how the people who hype this crazy construct called marriage, are usually the unmarried ones who're just probably frustrated with societal pressure, because I'm really yet to see anyone in this present age and time who would wholeheartedly recommend marriage; mind you, Pastors and their wives don't count by the way," she raised her finger and it took all the willpower in me not to laugh.

"So, you think my girl is probably making a very big mistake then?" I crossed my legs as well and my gaze rested on her smug facial expression.

"To be honest, I don't know whether to be happy or to feel bad about what that little girl might be getting herself into."

"I'm pretty sure she's in love." I smiled.

"Love?" She scoffed and threw her head back in laughter.

"Isn't that the same rubbish we all tell ourselves countlessly until we wake up in the middle of the night to realize that we'd just made the greatest mistake of our lives?"

"Woah woah! Slow down, I get that you don't believe in the concept of marriage anymore because it hasn't played out nice for you, but that shouldn't validate the idea of Love for another person."

She scoffed again. "Not that word again. You know, I have a little girl, and I keep telling everyone that the day she walks up to me in the future and tells me about how she's getting married to a man simply because she 'loves' him, I'll break her head."

"Omigod! Why?!"

"Haven't you heard that Love is NEVER enough? Wait what? Nobody ever told you that it takes more than some weak emotions to sustain something as crazy as marriage? You see, I'd be glad if she was getting married to him for the money or the Tiffany ring and all the beautiful things he gets her, but Love? She'd be a fool to fall for that trap."

"Oh! We're still talking about my receptionist?"

"Of course." She shrugged.