THE UNSEEN EP. 2

 

It’s Sunday morning I didn’t feel like going to church cause I have this heavy pounding in my head due to the stress I went through yesterday. I dragged myself out of the bed to join my parent for morning devotion. Sometimes I just wonder why they disturb themselves with this morning devotion.

I hurried to the sitting room and greeted my parent. They didn’t answer and I did not care.

Jade, my dad called but I didn’t bother to reply.

I know you’re angry, he continues.

I’m sorry for what happened yesterday, it’s just…..

It’s just what dad? I said

You both put me through this everyday leaving me with so much pain. Do you know how I feel seeing you both like this? Do you know how much this affect me emotionally, physically, mentally? Do you? Do you know how bad I feel when my classmates talk about their parent, how happy they are and I have nothing to say? I segregated myself from my classmates to avoid questions because I don’t want them to know the kind of family I have. Do you know how hard I try to concentrate in class without having all these incidents flowing through my head?

Mum, Dad what is happening? Is this what family is all about? What kind of lesson are you teaching me? Are you teaching me to be aggressive? To be a violent person? But you know what, I have said to myself that I will never be anything like you two. But do you realize you’re creating a hole in my heart that will take a long time to heal? I love you both and I want you to be happy. If there’s something that is making all this happen, why don’t you just sort it out like grown-ups that you are and stop fighting like kids because IT IS KILLING ME I screamed and rushed into my room?

My mom’s pov

After jade spoke her mind, I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I never knew my daughter was this hurting. She never showed her pain, she was a strong girl. After what she did yesterday morning, I was worried that I thought she might do something to herself.

God! What kind of a mother am I? I cried.

I pondered on the event that has been happening since yesterday and decided to talk to my husband.

 

 

I knocked on my husband’s door and he told me to come in.

I um... err, I fumbled with words

I’m sorry, we both said. I was shocked when he said those words. My husband has never admitted to his mistakes. Let me start he said.

Maria, he said. I’m sorry for all the pain I put you through. Sometimes I wonder what has happened to us. I pictured us having a wonderful family and not this. I realized we don’t agree on so many things. We fight on every little things, and I feel like you don’t respect me anymore. That’s why I get aggressive at any little thing you do. I know I have not been the best husband but I want us to start all over again, I want us to understand each other. I’ve come to realize that love alone can’t make a marriage going, but understanding, tolerating, accepting, forgiving and a lot more and I see that these things we lack before the journey of this marriage. I’m so sorry Maria.

I’m sorry too I replied and we hugged.