Advice: My Mother-Inlaw Knocks On Our Door Whenever My Husband And I Make Love At Night

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Yesterday on my radio program with a relationship/marriage counsellor, we had pastor Kennedy Asegieme talk about bestfriends in marriage and how friendship should be “it” for married couples.

These days singles in relationships fare better than the married ones. Check out, in a typical Nigerian marriage, you can sense that tensed atmosphere where wives are stressed and scared of their husbands and husbands continually releasing the air of forced dominance and control over their homes such that there isn’t any le#vel of friendship between them thereby making marriage feel like a business deal between both parties.

It was quite an eye opener to realize than singles even hold hands in public while taking a stroll down the street than married couples. I kept on pondering while Pastor kennedy was speaking on what the problem might really is; until the phone lines were opened for listeners to call in to ask questions. Just then got a whatsapp message from a married woman who was having a tough time with her mother InLaw... 
please read and advice her on what to do in this predicament.

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Pause II

“…yeah, a great job you’re doing taking care of mommy. What do you know about love, daddy?”
His hands had moved rather fast when he dealt her left cheek two heavy slaps in quick succession, “I am your father,” he bellowed, “how dare you talk to me in that manner? How dare you? I gave you life, I put a roof over your head, it is my food that’s digesting in your worthless gut as we speak…” The last words had barely left his lips when the unthinkable happened, she had dealt him two slaps in return, one on his cheek, the other masked his entire face. Pereyi had reeled backwards and tripped over a side stool, losing consciousness for a few seconds. In his state of limbo, he had heard quick footsteps, then a door open and close.

“Bio,” The terrified yell had jerked him back to consciousness, “Bio!” He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was his wife’s iro on the floor just by the door. He got to his feet as quickly as his 57 year old frame would permit and went after it. Afolashade was running out half naked as it was, the show of shame that had already happened indoors was enough, there was no need to make it a pay per view event. He picked the piece of cloth from the floor and caught up with his wife just before she got to the main exit. Restraining her and putting the wrapper round her waist was a task almost as laborious as the Israelites’ before the Exodus, but he succeeded in doing so anyway.

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