Tiwa The Therapist (Vol 1)

thirteen: "...a wild guess"

Thirteen

"...a wild guess"

"When did the punishments and domestic violence begin in the relationship?" By this time, I had to admit that I was beginning to get interested and invested in her story and although I knew that it was against the code of my profession, to get emotionally attached to my client's lives; that was the only way I always ended up doing a good job: by placing myself in their shoes and not just paying them a listening ear and frankly speaking, this has always been the cheat code for every notable therapist in history. The rules were baseless.

"That's the thing about my husband, he leaves no evidence of domestic violence laying around despite the fact that, that is all he's been doing for ages."

"What do you mean?"

"Rotimi is a very calculative bastard, everyone can attest to this. He is a deacon at our church, he partners with a lot of foundation fighting against domestic violence; he even started a foundation recently. so the last thing he would want is for his damned cruel name to be associated with the same act he publicly frowns upon, except he is a fucking beast in the dark; but I really can't prove or say that he's domestically violated in the exact context."

"Pardon me, but I do not understand, aren't you proof enough? aren't you like a witness? In the court of law, it's going to be your word against his you know?"

"Slow down for a minute, no one is talking about a trial here please. That is certainly not why am I here. I don't know if you weren't listening, but my husband is very influential; besides, he already has everyone thinking I'm a mad woman, so I would most certainly be shooting my own legs if I even mention Rotimi and court in the same sentence."

I was confused and I couldn't hide it.

"You look pretty confused, it's fine, it's not your story to enjoy."

"But I would like to try anyway, I mean, if you're willing to share the things you don't want to."

She paused to look at me. "You think I'm hiding something?"

I nodded, "Yes, I think you're keeping somethings away because you think they're too ugly to share."

"Like the fact that I didn't want a baby and he raped mem into becoming a mother?" She tilted her head and stared at me but I could tell that she wasn't really looking at me.

"What?"

"Yeah. I was 23, we just got engaged and he wouldn't stop talking about how he wanted kids soonest but I also kept informing him about my career and he pretended to understand until I woke up one morning naked and with sperm all over my body."

"Oh..."

"He smiled and pretended that it was a careless drunken night and when I tried to leave, he insisted that we had to go on a trip and while I thought he was just been caring and that the trip was his little way of apologizing for the carelessness, he had his own agenda."

"He wanted to keep you monitored because he feared that you would take the after morning pill?"

"Exactly," she paused, raised her head up and gave a weak smile as she began to relive the memories, "plus, we kept having the usual 'drunken careless nights' in Paris until I casually offered one of his friends a drink from the bottle of alcohol he insisted was 'specially made for a princesses like me' and the man passed out for hours."

"Oh my God, he drugged you?"

"Take a wild guess." she scoffed.