MARRIED TWICE.

CHAPTER ONE: FAIRYTALE GONE.

Destiny smiles at few and frowns at many. Well, it once smiled at me. I was seated right there, starring into his eyes and all I could hear was the sound of my own thoughts. Who is he? You might want to ask, well, he is no one but the stranger I have lived with in the past five years. You can call him Asamoah. I remember it all like it was yesterday when we agreed to stay together for better or for worse.

Look, it was never my intention to hurt my husband but despite all the issues, I expected that at least he understood me as supposed to just having arguments over and over again instead of having conversations. People ask, "What went wrong?" Others say, "Why did you destroy your home with your own hands." The rest, "You are a curse of a woman whose house is on fire." They never tried for once to find out why I did what I did, they never cared about my happiness; even my family, almost disowned me because I asked my husband for a divorce. Well, my brother, Sylvester Mensah knew and understood why I asked for a divorce. When I mentioned divorce to Asamoah earlier, I wasn't serious but after I came clean and confessed to him what I did, I just couldn't take it anymore; the guilt and the fact that I was happy no more made me curtained that I needed the divorce. Sometimes you need to disconnect and enjoy your own company.

Here's the thing; we were never ever like this. Getting married to Asamoah was the best thing that happened to me; we had a fairytale wedding. I mean what is a fairytale wedding without a crowd, the glamour and the delectable dishes? I rocked so well in my wedding gown. Everything seemed so perfect, saying "I do" was the best decision I ever made, in front of our three thousand guests. I was happy not until he started informing his parents about any and everything that happened between us; I mean even when we made out, he informed his parents. I mean it is okay to talk to your parents but only when it is necessary. Asamoah was incommunicative. I mean when I wanted to discuss important things, that's when Asamoah wanted to sleep or work. He was also insensitive to my sexual needs; all he did was work, work and sleep. He made his work his priority over me; he was a lawyer. Not like I didn't work too, I was a big time beautician. I wanted kids; I wanted to bear children for him but he said he wasn't ready to have any. And whenever I brought such topics up, he got pissed or like I said earlier was too tired to have such conversations. But mostly, I just wanted us to talk, I wanted to be heard or seen. Three years into the marriage and I didn't know who he was but all that while, I pulled through not until the fifth year.

Asamoah was a totally different person. He said, "I think we need to get a break." I sighed before responding, "We rather need a divorce." I decided to park out to clear my head for a bit so I called my big brother to tell him that I wanted to come spend some time at his place and he agreed so I moved out. Asamoah tried to stop me but I was determined because for the past two years, I was living with a total stranger.

It was hard to put Asamoah at the back of my mind as I planned to do so because he was my first ever. I thought I was groomed but I didn't know what to think anymore because I acted wrong; I did something unforgivable. My brother was going out with his other colleagues when I decided to go with him because I wanted Asamoah out of my mind, I drunk so much that I didn't remember how I got back to my brother's place. The following morning, I had a hung-over. I walked into the kitchen without noticing that my brother, Sylvester and his best friend, Raymond until my brother cleared his throat. That brought my attention to the way I looked, I looked so messy. I took some apple juice from the fridge and shamelessly walked away.

Drinking eventually became a habit and my brother began talking about it saying how he didn't like it and all. I reflected on what he said and realized I hadn't been to work since I moved with him. So that Friday night, I decided not to go clubbing with my brother, I stayed home while I laid on my bed reading some of Barbie Baaba Boldnez books on Wattpad. After reading, I couldn't sleep so I went down to the sitting room to watch television. I heard the gate open as a car drove into the garage. "It must be Sly," I said to myself as I checked on the clock as the time said 2:45AM. I went to the door when I heard him trying to open the door with the keys from the other side. I opened it from inside only to see Raymond. He was drunk. He walked passed me to sit on the sofa. I went to the kitchen to get him some orange juice with Gebedol, a pain reliever. He took it and seemed fine.