DIARY OF THE OTHER WOMAN PART 3
My name is Jane, of course you know that’s not my real name of course, I simply had to take this name up for the story. I was the first daughter and first child of my parents, a boy came along some years later. My mum was a very busy wife, hardly available, so at a tender age of 8, I understood what parenting meant. I became a young mother for my little brother, I learnt fast, mind you it never meant anything to me, these were precious moments to me, cause I could carry my little brother all around, and with dads permission, I could order anything I wanted using his card.
Honestly, I don’t know what a mothers love felt like, how would you miss something you don’t even know about. My dad was the only parent I had, and my brother my little child, as I would always say back then.
When Dad started touching me at age 13 at very sensitive places, I didn’t see anything wrong with that, his my dad I thought. We went from soft caresses and kisses, always ending with I love you daddy. Later on, I began feeling this was wrong, and during one of the days my mother was around I mustered courage to ask her, not directly though. Guess what? She shut me up and sent me out of her room, without addressing the issue, somehow I knew what my daddy was doing was wrong but I couldn’t talk to anyone. Thanks to the internet I began to Google, and I knew he was wrong, but I didn’t bother anymore because dad didn’t bother me anymore, probably because mum was very much available.
To be continued....
SECOND EVENT
When I turned 15, mum took a long trip away, and I was left alone with him….You see he recklessly, slaps my buttocks and would occasionally squeeze my breast, mostly when my little brother was asleep. I was scared because even though I wasn’t told by mum, I knew this was heading the wrong way, but what could I do. So that night when he came into my room, looking really strange at me, he took me forcefully, I cried but not even my little brother could save me, he probably thought dad had to cane me.
If it had ended that night I probably would have been a decent girl today, but dad never stopped, it became an everyday event, until I began to enjoy it. I fell in love with my dad, and he said he loved me too, he gave me fancy gifts, anything a boyfriend could ever give you and more.
Mum never made it back from her trip, she died in a car accident, and honestly I never cared, because her presence would have spoilt this new relationship. Few Years down the line, I had to move to school, but even at school my relationship with dad didn’t grow thin, until the terrible event that occurred at home.
According to Michael (my little brother), dad was rushing down from the stairs when he fell down, he came out bad, couldn’t use his legs and was reduced to the wheel chair. With dad on the chair, I felt miserable, couldn’t satisfy my urge no matter how I tried. I actually got involved in one or two relationships with some young guys, but they just couldn’t be like dad, and that was when I BECAME THE OTHER WOMAN.
I began searching for married men, advanced in age. They were good in everything, the sex, care and attention. I wasn’t interested in the money you know, I just wanted the love and care my dad could no longer give me.
In the process of doing this, I broke so many homes, because I was always on the move. Gradually I became a sex walker, until I met Joy. I met Joy during my 300 level in school, she was studying medicine and we met during a friend’s wedding. We talked a lot and instantly connected and became real friends. We stayed close, until Joy decided that I should meet her family.
TO BE CONTINUED....
THIRD EVENT
Meeting her family was amazing until I met her dad, it was love at first sight, I fell helplessly for him, disregarding her elder brother that has been trying to talk to me. Over time, I got talking with her dad, and she never suspected anything, she was actually happy I liked her family. Finally I had him in bed with me, and since my dad, this was the second the person I fell in love with, he was just too perfect for me. Based on his involvement with me, he began missing family time, and the house grew very suspicious of him.
Joy wasn’t expected to come back until Sunday, so I was shocked when she opened the door, and found me naked and in bed with her dad. She was broken, and I wasn’t surprised when she left me crying. Our friendship was ruined and so was her family, I later heard that her mum got a divorce, I tried to call Joys dad, but he didn’t take the call. Honestly I felt really bad for Joy and her family, but I was so in love with her dad that I couldn’t get a hold of myself, I kept calling until I knew I was going to run mad.
It was in that moment that I walked right into the road without looking and in that moment I felt empty as I lay flat on the floor, tired of everything I had become, losing my friendship with the only girl that wanted to love me as a sister. I saw myself walking somewhere strange and I saw a lot of women standing and staring at me angrily, with whips ready to lash at me, I was pushed and spat on mercilessly towards a big heap of load to carry, without any help I carried this heavy burden crying and searching for a face that would show me mercy, but every face bore strong hatred for me, in a distance I could see someone walking towards me, and when I could recognize her face I realized that my mother was standing before me, I felt strong hatred rising from within me, and at that moment the weight I carried felt light. I hate you was the first word I said to her, I wish you could die again, she was only staring at me with eyes mixed with pity and regret, and somewhere behind me I could hear a voice, kind and soft whisper something, let go of the pain, as I turned to look behind me, I felt a force draw me back to reality, and everything around me began to fade.
TO BE CONTINUED
FOURTH EVENT
I woke up to a different environment, staring into the eyes of a kind woman, whom I later discovered brought me to the hospital, after I walked into the road in front of her car. I went home with this woman, claiming that I had lost both parents and was an orphan, with pity and love she decided to take me in. During my stay at her place, I intended to forget everything about my dream, and continue my misdeed but, Mr Akin (the husband to this woman) was no one to condole that, he rebuked me and brought my evil to his wife, but rather than chase me away she showed me the way to Christ, I felt terrible and that was when I opened up to her, about everything.
She brought me into repentance and we went home to see my dad, Michael was so angry at my dad and left the house angrily, ma dad went into shock and is still in the hospital bed. I still pray for forgiveness of his soul, and am still trying to reach Joy, if she could find a place to forgive me.
NOTE
Parents our responsibilities to children, spreads far from just basic needs, never let your job or anything come in between you and your children. Fathers please love as Christ teaches to love, not to destroy the soul of precious ones kept under your care. God bless you. DIARY OF THE OTHER WOMAN THREE LOADING……
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