Tiwa The Therapist (Vol 1)

sixteen: "...a sick man"

Sixteen

"...a sick man"

"What did he do?" I asked, cringing a bit as I began to feel my skin crawl at the thought of what she might say next.

"More like, 'what didn't he do'?" she scowled and smirked. "I married a sick man, Tiwa; I must reinstate that fact. People think older men are fascinating and I totally agree, except the fact that they are fascinating in a good way, I think they are bat shit crazy If I'm going to be honest; Or maybe I just fell into the trap of the wrong one, who knows?"

"So, what didn't he do?" I narrowed my eyes as I prepared myself for the shock I knew was coming, judging by the tired smirk on her face.

"He knew about my drinking several weeks before he confronted me; he said he wanted to catch me red handed or whatever. I remember being drunk as a...whatever word is synonymous to drunkard these days, and I barely heard a word he was saying, I just knew something wasn't right with the way he walk calm about the whole situation."

"He was calm?"

"Yes, he smiled and took me to the room, changed my clothes and even tucked me in; he even kept saying that he understood me and that he was sorry, but I knew something wasn't right about his poor-acting, I just didn't care too much to wonder what it was, I mean, I was drunk."

"So, what happened? When did you figure something was wrong?"

"That's a way to put it, 'something was wrong', with his brain!" she rolled her eyes and gave a small laugh, "It was at the annual end of the year party he usually held for his friends and associates, 3 months after giving birth to my daughter, three months after he tucked me to bed and made me promise to never drink the next morning when I was sober, a promise I intended to keep until he revealed another one of his endless personality layer to me at the party. I must confess, giving birth to my daughter increased my panic attacks' and most certainly skyrocketed my depression and this was evident to everyone around us judging by the sadness in my eyes when I was always asked to breastfeed her, this was the case at the party that evening, he furiously barged into the room asking why I wasn't dressed and why the child was crying and why the house was burning, I had just watched a trailer of a friends of mine featured on AFRIFF, and she sucked. I was hating myself for being where I was while envying my friend for getting her movie featured at one of the most reputable movie festivals so you can just imagine what my reaction to Rotimi and his complains must have been, I was beyond enraged and irritated, so I walked out on him and that got him so angry that he charged at me and I don't know what happened next, but I found misled sprawled down the stairs with the baby crying beside me; Rotimi was nowhere to be found until someone found me and he rushed over with a look of shock on his face. While the ambulance strolled me away, I heard him tell someone, 'it must have been the wine; you see she has a drinking problem, I'm just glad nothing happened to the baby'"