She had a big shop where she sold groceries and raw food items. In fact, she was a competition to my mum who never saw her actions as anything. Things were going fine, and the lovey-dovey between the couple was so beautiful that I was amazed to see that level of love demonstration in my village filled with a lot of toxic ships including marriages.
It was crazy when I realized that this mushiness and lovey-lovey display didn’t last long.
First, the business of the woman started running down because she was the sole provider of the household. The husband was a bike rider and he made quite some money because there was a few of them, but he would rather spend the money on prostitutes and alcohol, and then return home when he was back to zero to feed on whatever the wife had prepared.
Gradually, the business ran down, but the woman never minds. Her three boys attended the cheapest public school in the village, and she was the one still responsible for the payment of all their fees. Despite the troubles, she still went ahead to get pregnant once again because according to her, she wanted a girl child. However, that was when the full-blown toxicity happened.
Her husband, despite irresponsible would have problems with her just sitting by her shop attending to customers when she could have helped the grandma who was neither ill nor very old to do whatever she wanted to do. At some point, he would slap her.
The first time I saw that happened, I was mad. I mean, this woman was heavily pregnant and being nagged at and even got hit by the irresponsible husband. How could I have overlooked that? But there was nothing I could’ve done.
The rainy season came, and it felt like it came with some level of mental disorder for the man. Every time the clouds showed signs of rain about to fall, the man would pick a fight with his wife. He would then wait till the rain poured heavily, and then stormed in to carry all his wife’s clothes, shop items, including the children’s to throw them out inside the dirty erosion that already had a gully at the front of their house, and then bounce back on the woman for proper beating with her pregnancy.
People would intercede, and pull them apart, then take the woman away advising her to return to her father’s house, but she refused. Okay, they would find a small house for her and the kids, she refused still.
Her excuse? Her kids. She had three kids and one more incoming to cater for, and she didn’t want to raise fatherless children. For a man that was irresponsible? I thought.
Eventually, people overlooked them whenever they started their troubles in the village.
People in toxic ships understand the problems of their relationship, but I’ve realized that except the victim makes up his/her mind to leave the toxic situation, and see a way forward learning from the past, no one can help anyone in such a situation.
Toxic people know that they are toxic, and they carefully choose their victims, be it friends, or spouses. Until the people with the toxic humans realize the level of toxicity they are tolerating, and understand that love and likeness shouldn’t be toxic, no external forces will be able help them out.
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