Sloppy Wet Kiss: The Altar (7)

Sloppy Wet Kiss: The Altar (7)

By Tashinga Wazara, Zimbabwe:

So here I was, at the hospital, with my pissed off pregnant wife, my pregnant wife's pregnant sister, who just so happened to also be pregnant by me except that she was in a unique position in that she was pregnant with twins. Then there was my angry mother-in-law, whose life I had managed to destroy in the space of three hours and her close relatives who were equally upset and couldn't even look at me. My parents also came but they were standing a little way away from my in-laws. They were obviously too embarrassed to stand with my in-laws after the calamity I had caused.

The reason why we were at the hospital was because just before my wedding, my sister-in-law Pamela had told me that she was pregnant with my baby and then I went on to marry her sister Linda anyway and I sent her a text message during the reception telling her to get an abortion because I loved Linda and I didn't want to mess up our marriage. However, Pamela my sister-in-law had left her phone on the table and gone outside and so when the text came through it was my wife who read it and she was naturally devastated. The situation got worse when Pamela then confessed that she was actually pregnant with twins. It got complicated even further when Linda, my wife, then said that she too was pregnant and this furor so upset my father-in-law, who had had on-going health issues, that he came and tried to hit me but as he got to me he got a heart attack, and here we were now at the hospital waiting to hear from the doctors on how he was fairing – if at all.

The way things had been going that day, I wasn't expecting any good news but the truth is I needed a break. The old man just could not die on me because that would make a bad day even worse. I don't know if I would be able to recover if he turned out dead. If he did die, I know that one thing would be certain, the blame would fall squarely on my shoulders as the chief perpetrator. The more I thought about it, it became even clearer: the old man couldn't die on me. He just couldn't.

The doctor came into the waiting lounge we were in, poker faced, and he asked to talk to my mother-in-law in private. At that moment I thought, 'Crap. It's done. The old man is dead. Why else would the doctor want to speak to her in private?' We all waited as the doctor took my mother-in-law into his office and they spoke. My wife had barely said a word to me the whole time and my sister-in-law kept sobbing silently. I could not imagine what they were both going through.

After about ten minutes, my mother-in-law came out crying and went and hugged her daughters and said, 'Daddy's gonna be fine. The doctor says he's stable now'. As soon as I heard this, I felt a big weight lift off me. Finally I had gotten a lucky break. The old man wasn't going to die. A few hours later my father-in-law regained consciousness and asked to see Linda, Pamela and myself. He was still struggling to breathe and speaking in a raspy voice and he said, 'Guys I don't care how you do it but you have to fix your relationships for the sake of our families and for the sake of your children. They must not suffer because of your actions. Please, promise me you'll fix it.' He then started coughing and had to put back his oxygen mask and we all promised him that we would fix our relationships.

Linda and I tried to fix our relationship but she was just too hurt, too angry and six months later we got a divorce. Things worked out differently for Pamela and I though. I was there for her throughout her whole pregnancy and it brought us closer together. I began to see a side to her that was never apparent to me before and after the twins were born we moved in together. We got married in court with just a few of our close friends, no room for drama. Naturally, the family was not happy but it was too late for that now. We had both made up our minds. When I look back at everything now, she was probably the one I really loved.

Founder and Editor in Chief of the Readers Cafe Africa

Comment (1)

  • Wilson Murapa

    Hmmm........."probably the one I really loved." Ask any1 who has been married for at least a few years and they 'll tell you the truth. Marriage is not about love - it's about love, commitment & forgiveness. In fact, to all who are not yet married, let me tell you this - IF YOU CAN'T FORGIVE, DON'T GET MARRIED. No one's perfect. However, who knows how Pamela 'd react if the positions were reversed, and she was the one on the receiving end. In all honesty, the ending is a sister betraying her own. An ex-husband can do whatever he wants, but you expect lifelong loyalty from your own sibling.

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