The Secrets I Discovered After Giving Birth To My First Child.

I want to share the darkest story of my life with my fellow members. 
This is how my story goes. I met a guy in 2020. We were friends, but we didn’t normally chat because of my work schedule. The vibe wasn't there, so the friendship faded. 

On August 31, 2023, we started chatting again. This time, he proposed, and we started dating while he was far away (still in Ghana) and I was in Accra. The vibe was there. 

Finally, we planned to meet on September 27, which was his birthday. Before we met, we both agreed on lab tests first, which we did. On his birthday, I decided to take him out as promised. I am 2 years older than him. We met a few times, and I got pregnant in November.

We decided to do a traditional marriage to keep people from talking. He’s in one of the security services, but due to his rank, he wasn't earning much. I understood his situation. We decided to get our own apartment. I had everything a woman needs at home: bed, wardrobe, sofa, fridge, and kitchen utensils. I wasn’t a television fan, so I didn’t get one. That was the only thing he bought and he paid rent for us. The other bills, we both shared paid (electricity, water, and rubbish collection).

When my due date was approaching, I asked my mother-in-law to come and be with me, but she refused. She told me to go to my auntie, which I wasn't comfortable with. I had lost my mother years ago. I told my husband, now my ex, about what his mother said. He just told me not to worry. She or their big grandma would come. No problem. 
With a week left before I was due, a sister of mine decided to come and be with me. My time was due, and I was admitted to the hospital. No progress. I spent 4 days with only 2 inches dilated. The doctor told me to choose either a C-section or induction, and I chose the C-section. Before then, anything I discussed with my husband, he would go and tell his mother.

The fowl I bought during my pregnancy had chicks, but I was told a cement block fell on them and the mother, and they all perished. Finally, my mother-in-law came. When she entered the room, she was standing behind me. The moment I raised my head, turned, and saw her, my spirit sank. But I welcomed her nicely. Before she came, my late mother appeared to me to have a look at my son and me and then left. I felt her presence.

My sister who was staying with me left the day after my mother-in-law arrived. I felt sad, but I had no choice. When my mother-in-law came, she brought a big bowl of palmnut soup. My sister wanted to serve her the soup that night, but she refused. The next day, she told her son that my sister ate the soup, which I confirmed with my sister she hadn't. I gathered courage and ate the soup. Nothing happened. 
When she bathed my baby, the baby wouldn’t sleep, only cried and breastfeed the whole night.

During my 3 weeks of recovery from the C-section, my mother-in-law forced me to eat fufu, which I refused, and she got angry. She planned to spend a week with us but ended up staying only 3 days. While I was in the kitchen cooking for her, I heard her crying on the phone, telling her son that she was suffering and wanted to leave. 
That day, my husband came home and started berating me. His mother was there and stayed quiet. The moment I opened my mouth to say something, she would speak up. She left my place to stay with her first son.

Three days later, around 11:10 PM, I was breastfeeding my son and fell asleep suddenly. Within 10 minutes, something told me to wake up. I woke up and saw red ants all over my son. The only word that came from my mouth was Jesus. I managed to take my son, and another sister came and put the bed on the floor for me. Since then, my husband stopped sleeping at home, always giving excuses. One thing his mother said was, "Among all my children, this is the one I love most."

Hmmmm, I moved to my village. Arguments upon arguments. My son was nearly taken from me. I had to rush him to my father’s house because he vomited a lot. There, I heard this woman was practicing winch acts and wanted me to suffer. Since she couldn’t get me, she targeted my son. I visited about five places, and finally, I went to my lineage shrine. Everything I was told from the start was confirmed there. I was told she always came to the house. Auntie Abena, could you imagine I saw the bird in the house five times? Now, I am asking myself what she really wants. 

People are saying that to get my son away from her, I must do a ritual. That’s the only thing that can save my son. I never knew I married a malevolent person's son until now. My son’s life is very precious to me. What should I do now to save him?

When I learned all this, I told my family to end the marriage, which they did by divorcing traditionally. Otherwise, I cannot have any man in my life. I ended up being a single mother, which I’ve been trying to avoid. I waited so long to get married, but I ended up with the wrong person.

Sent by Elima Mustapha

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