People say my divorce story is hilarious but I don’t think so because it cost me my marriage.
My name is Najite, I used to be a Tomboy back in the days but I had to change when men started running from me thinking I was a lesbian.
I can do anything a man would do, even better. I guess it was because I grew up amidst boys. As the only girl among five boys I couldn’t help acting like them or even talking like them, asides this, I found it hard to connect with my gender so well because to me, guys are more real and cool than ladies.
I finally had to cut down on my masculinity a great deal because it was getting people around me concerned even my parents were not okay with my lifestyle and my mum would worry that no man would find me attractive with my lifestyle.
With constant tears and pleading from my mum, I began working on myself, acting more ladylike and also learnt to find pleasure in what the female folks would find pleasure in but I still had that manly nature within me.
I was big on exercise and keeping fit, and thus would usually hit the gym as often as I could, at least, no one raised eye brows at that.
Instead of doing the usually lady thing at the gym or using the female friendly gym equipment, I would rather use the men’s section and equipment.
I was quite popular at the gym because of my unusual ways and it was one of those days I met the, man I married Maxwell.
It was his first time at the gym and one thing had led to another and we found ourselves chatting through the sections. He was quite awed of how much of the male world I know, from, sports to cars to music and over time we became buddies.
Two years later, we got married the only and thing I begged my husband was never to hit me, and he promised he won’t.
One year down the line of marriage, my husband would threaten to hit me whenever we had an argument, but he never really did, so I thought it must have been because I pleaded with him sincerely not to ever hit me before we got married.
It wasn’t until one day my husband lost it when my ex called me and we spoke for a long time, he was telling me about his broken marriage and I was encouraging him, telling him no marriage was perfect and he just had to try and make things work with his spouse.
My husband just came from nowhere and dragged the phone from me, threw it to the wall. I was shocked, did not know why he did that and I tried to ask him why. The next was a resounding slap on my face.
What! I screamed, before you could say jack, the man in me came out, I lifted my husband and threw him to the ground, I punched and pounded him till he started bleeding from his nose, mouth and God knows where else. I didn’t even hear his pleas for mercy, I just wanted to satisfy my rage and prove to him that no man messes with me.
By the time I came back to my senses, my husband had fainted. I had to pour him water and called for help.
He spent several days in the hospital as I had injured him so badly.
I couldn’t believe I did that to him, I began to wonder if my hands were made of iron, even the doctors didn’t believe human hands did that to him so I told them he got into a fight with our driver who was heavily built.
Shame wouldn’t let me admit my hands did that to my beloved husband. When he regained consciousness, the first thing he said was that the doctors should send me out, that I am a monster and told them what I did to him, forgetting how he provoked me.
His family also came and accused me of wanting to kill their son and breadwinner. I couldn’t even defend myself. They urged him to send me away that I could as well murder him someday. That no ordinary woman is capable of doing what I did to him.
I had to go ask my family to come beg his, telling them that it was only a mistake and wouldn’t repeat itself. His family kept escalating the issue and as we speak, I’m still estranged from my husband simply because I defended myself from him the only way I knew.