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I’m Tired Man!

by Mo Aremu

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I woke up to my husband’s snoring sound, ‘Wow look where I am today’ I thought. I used to be wayyyyyyy cooler than this. Why would I sleep beside a snoring man, cook, clean and and have sex with him. Gosh he even smells like raw chicken this days. I hate having sex with him.
I knew I would never say this like 6 years ago when he drove an escalade and bought me the latest BMW series. He was ugly but I did not even notice how ugly he was.

I was so in love, his friends did not seem to understand what the attraction was, he was dark, I was fair in complexion, he was fat I was skinny, he was rich I was poor, he dropped out of school I was an MBA holder, he was a Muslim I was a christian. It was too conspicuous but it made sense at that time because my needs were well taken care of. He wanted a trophy wife and I was the best in town. I had just broken up with my high school sweetheart, he had walked into the banking hall and insisted I attend to him (yeah I resigned my banking job because he told me he will ‘set me up’). The following year I was already pregnant with his twins, my parents see him as our messiah so there is nowhere to go. I love my husband (well kind of) but I’m tired man. I wish I could be beside a cool guy right now, not too rich not too fine, just cool like that. In my mind!

Well this is not for you to be on my side (secretly). I am just venting because I know I have nowhere to go. Babes out there, before you get swept off your feet know that a day like this will come when you will wake up and suddenly ask yourself what you are doing married to that guy who seems to be spending all his fortune on you. If you marry for the physical things you will definitely wake up one day wanting something new.
Be wise!
Nothing lasts forever, even if that thing lasts forever we will not last forever. It either leaves us or we leave it………

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10 comments

laura January 15, 2014 - 5:12 am

Hummm…….a true lesson….

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olive January 15, 2014 - 5:28 am

I need God to direct me

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olive January 15, 2014 - 5:28 am

I need God to gudiance

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patience January 15, 2014 - 5:35 am

Serous lesson there for us

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brezzy January 15, 2014 - 6:15 am

God help me ooo!

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mira January 15, 2014 - 10:13 pm

We re going tru same issues my dear… Married my husband8 cos my parents couldn’t take care of me. He came and took absolutely everything I need. Now after 6yrs and 2 beautiful gals, I feel like leaving. Everything he does irritats me. Am jst feed up. I blame my parents.

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Amina January 16, 2014 - 3:32 am

Good lessons.
@Mira, sorry to hear u are having a tough time. My dear, it’s easy to blame our parents but we also make the choice. Your irritation might not have anything to do with ur husband. It is more likely u are instead irritated at urself for marrying ur husband. But u are married now with 2 children, so can’t afford to make decisions based on feelings(emotions). Please consider marriage counselling. Remember, there may be things u also do that irritate him. As for leaving, if the issue is just that u are irritated, I don’t know if that’s a good enough reason oh. The next person will have irritating habits, then what? Best wishes, and know that God is always listening if you turn to Him and will see you through.

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cy May 21, 2014 - 5:49 pm

You we’re poor but working in a bank?…..smh….twisted but nice story still……ndo

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Bee December 4, 2015 - 9:52 pm

Are u aware dat dere re contract staff in d bank dat earns peanuts? Dey do the major operation work while d ogas authorises and earn the fat pay!dis lady may fall in such category.She may be d bread winner of her home with even lots of dependant!

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cy May 21, 2014 - 5:50 pm

Were

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