The tale of my life is this: I'm not a loose gal. I'm just a lady who always likes her husband, and she didn't want to sacrifice him. Even though occasionally I felt bad, I just did what I had to do to save my marriage. It wasn't easy, but I slept with my driver so I could give a child to my husband, but God gave me twins, boys, and girls instead.
I spent eight years married to Philip. We didn't have a kid. The bad part was that, except for a day, I never got pregnant. His mother got so impatient that she starting breathing down my throat because she didn't allow me any breathing room. She came in to live with us and made my life in my marital home virtually intolerable.
I'm not supposed to drink water and spill a cup so she's got to insult me. It came to a point where she quit consuming my food because I could feed my kids according to her, because they can develop better and stronger and not her.
Monica, if you had kids, you were expected to feed them with all these foods, so they can develop strong and balanced. I'm getting old, so I don't need all the nonsense that you call food. She will shout, "Take them away and give me grandchildren."
I could still hear those insults in my mind even after she had left, so I wanted to take a brave step—I seduced and slept with our driver.
My mother-in-law has started talking to me since that, but the only moment she speaks to me is when she tries to taunt me and tell me how less of a woman I was. Philip and I love each other so much that after everything that his mother did or ordered me to frustrate me to abandon him, he stood by me.
We consulted numerous doctors, and they all accredited us as medically accurate. In the name of getting pregnant, I attended mosques, organized vigils and also fasted for days, consumed assorted concoctions in varying colors and variations, all so that my mother-in-law could avoid humiliating me, but I couldn't get pregnant. I avoided coming out of my bedroom at one stage because it was clear that my mother-in-law had vowed to frustrate me from the home of her son.
I only sat in my bedroom much of the time and either weep, pray, dream, and then sleep away because I was terrified of his mother facing me. "She sent the house help to make things worse because she said, "You don't need any help from the house because there are no kids to take care of. Take control of your own house and quit wasting the hard earned money of my son.'
It was just the three of us living at home, God, and I was still so afraid, even though I heard her voice from a distance. To tell this is so agonizing, but my husband generally pleads with me to come out of the room and this makes him feel so sad, particularly when I decline because I don't want to see his mother face-to-face. Philip basically pushed her out of the house as her issues got too overwhelming, only to make me feel safe and happy in my own household.
The driver, Okine, is a young man in his late twenties. He is a Mechanical Engineering graduate, but he chose to become a driver because he could not get a decent paying career. If he sleeps with me only once, I vowed to get him a decent career, but I never revealed the explanation for that. Okine, though, figured I only tried to trick him on my husband. During my ovulation, I arranged it so that I could get pregnant, but sleeping with another guy was not easy. I knew that I was betraying my husband, but I saw it as an action that was important.
I found, after a month, that I was pregnant. So, as expected, I got a position at a friend's company with Okine, where he began earning a really nice salary. He was so happy when I told Philip I was pregnant.
"Sweetheart, Heaven heard our prayers at last. I'm breastfeeding,' I disclosed.
He told his mother when I was five months pregnant and she returned to the house immediately. Like an infant, she pampered me and often took good care of me. I didn't want to do a scan, but my mother-in-law insisted. It revealed that when I actually did the ultrasound, I was pregnant with twins, a boy and a child.
My mother-in-law and my husband were incredibly pleased, and I felt very happy. "After eight years of barrenness, God thank you for compensating me with a set of twins," I whispered. The girl had been sick for some time before the twins were conceived. Despite multiple treatments, it was a time before she completely healed and this had me nervous.
To assess their blood group and genotype, Philip and I demanded that blood tests be done on them, and then the surprising discovery arrived. While their blood groups are both A, the doctor told us that their genotypes are AS for the girl and AA for the child, while Philip and I are both AA. I needed the earth to spread and consume me because I thought Philip was going to ask questions, but he didn't, to my dismay. He just replied, "Let's go home, sweetheart." We've had a busy day, and you and my children deserve to relax.
He hugged me fast three months later and said: "Monica, don't be afraid." I do not want to see who the twins' parent is. Whatever you did, I know you did it to save our marriage, and I'm so proud of you. I pledge to always support my babies and you. This would be a secret between us, I promise. I love you honey. I know that someday we'll have our own kids.
As he dried my eyes with his fingertips, I wept. I realize I was incorrect about what I did, but at least my mother-in-law is incredibly pleased with me, all that counts. Everyone is content, though, but I feel bad that I selfishly exploited an innocent man to accomplish my target. But before anybody judges me, just position yourself in my shoes and wonder, for a second, if that's what you're going to do?
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