[STORY] Bride, PRICE (Final Episode 03)

Episode 03 (Last Episode).

The way Samson bad mouthed people; the way he spoke down on a waiter; his ideology about marriage; how he thinks an ideal wife should behave; his perception of an ideal husband; what he thinks are the rights of his in-laws and what his supposed plans are for me; for my children, were more than enough reasons not to have imagined a life where I would be addressed as Mrs. Samson.

After that confrontation with my mother, she was to vaguely let me in on their little secret.

Apparently, my parents had gone ahead to borrow a very large sum of money from Samson’s father to offset what I can’t even begin to wrap my head around.

Samson’s father died shortly after but not before he told Samson about this loan my parents had taken from them.

Whatever the amount is, it was more than enough for Samson to have demanded that I be the “price” for its repayment, since it was obvious that my parents didn’t have that kind of money to pay him.

And whatever this amount is, it was obviously more than enough for my parents to have thought Samson’s proposal fair enough; enough to have sent me off to marry Samson, regardless of how much I tried to kick them out of it.

During the eve of my bridal shower, Samson bluntly told me that he would not put in a dime to whatever nonsense my friend and I had set out to organize.

He said “Bridal showers” are just an avenue to waste money; money these hungry girls don’t even know how hard it is to make.

He’d said this, caring less about what five of my very good friends who were present with me at the time, would think.

I cried my eyes out that night.

My friends had been the one pushing us to even do the bridal shower. A marriage I was not happy about, “what would have been my business with throwing a bridal shower in the first place?”

These same friends ended up contributing money to ensure that we went ahead with that bridal shower.

Had you been in attendance for our wedding, Moshood, you wouldn’t even need a soothsayer to tell you that the bride was not happy to be marrying the groom.

My gloomy face ruined all our wedding pictures.

Our first night together as newly weds, Samson practically raped me.

It didn’t take long before the animalistic side of him began to manifest.

Samson abuses me mentally; verbally; psychologically at any slight provocation. With the rate at which he does these, I still wonder why he hasn’t yet raised his hands on me.

Samson womanizes like no man’s business and even brings these women home sometimes.

Anytime I try to stand my ground, demanding respect as his wife, he reminds me that I was only an item he’d gotten in place of the debt my wretched parents could not afford to pay.

He’d always end by advising me to know my place.

We have a baby boy now.

He is just a year old.

My best friend has advised me to run away to a far away land and begin life but that is not even an option for me to consider. It’ll mean my son and I would practically have to beg to survive because I don’t have a dime to my name.

I can’t go home to my parents either. They will practically bundle me back to Samson.

I have asked my parents to tell me how much they owed Samson’s father. Even though I don’t have a job or a trade right now because Samson have completely forbade it, I’ll at least, have an idea and then strategize on how to go about buying back my life from this monster of a man’s hand.

I don’t know what to do, Moshood.

Please, if any of your readers can help fight my case and get me away from this bondage called marriage, I’ll forever be indebted.

I am just twenty five years old and this is definitely not the life I dreamed of.
– THE END.

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