I look at this monster snoring across me. I carry myself to the shower bruised physically and emotionally. I never thought I’d see the day David forcing himself on me. Can I call it rape? It is safe to say my husband forced him self on me ? I mean it’s my job to satisfy his need isn’t? I take what I call a longest shower to get “rid” of the dirt I feel. The next morning I hear my husband whistling and dancing to my favourite song Always be my baby by mariah carey. I see a note beside my bedside

I blush and my heart soften after seeing the note. I forgive him and forget everything that has been happening between us.The next few months it becomes quiet and my husband is slowly becoming the man I had met before except for the random phone calls he gets and mysterious absentia from our home.

One afternoon coming back from our home,I noticed heavily pregnant woman sitting on my couch. I take a long stare at her and David graces us with his presence to address the elephant in the room. 
“yah! Listen up here,this is rosemary my second wife, she’s is carrying my heir.she is carrying a precious cargo,see is fit that you treat her like the queen she really is,she is going to sleep with me in our matrimonial room and you’ll sleep in the guest room.” ,I quietly listen to the nonsense my husband is saying to me. I take a long stare at this home-wrecker smirking and sitting on top of the couch I brought with my hard earned.she is wearing a very short skimpy dress, unkempt hair and one could not miss the heavy make-up on her face.If there’s something David sucks at is the choice of his side chicks!

The next few days with my sister wife are nothing but short of hell and pain. i would wake up tiredessly at work and again at home. Rosemary was a very untidy woman ,it was safe to say I had earned myself a “baby” because I would clean after her when I complained to David about her behavior ,my husband’s response would be “oh! So you that wicked that you want her to lose the baby? She did what was difficult for you.The least you could do is take care of her”. Nothing but short of torture! One afternoon I came back from work and I found rosemary wearing my favourite red dress what made matters was that she decided to match it with my Gucci hell. I tried to calmly reprimand her to take off my clothes and she just looked at me continuing to watch the TV, for the sake of peace I decided to let things be and took a nap.

I hear a rough nudge waking me up from my sleep. Rosemary has a broken lip and a blue eye on her face. She throws a wicked smirk my way. Devil’s child! My husband could not even see that rosemary was lying through her yellow teeth….yucks! before I could even react to the situation ,my husband’s throws a mean punch my way and it’s light out for me…