Parents/Self/Life
Does The Absentee Parent Belong to The VIP Table?
Jordyn's ex fooled, manipulated, and then dumped her. After a few decades, he appeared at the VIP table during his daughter's wedding.
Jordyn's ex fooled, manipulated, and then dumped her. After a few decades, he appeared at the VIP table during his daughter's wedding. Really!
Jordyn, a young professional woman in Lagos, Nigeria, was married to Efa, a thirty-eight-year-old man based in Texas, US.
Things fell apart when the couple's daughter was three months old, and they reunited during her wedding.
Hi there.
I'm Jordyn. My name was June, and I changed it to Jordyn after secondary school.
I was born and raised in Port Harcourt, Nigeria. It's one of the riverine areas of Nigeria where all multinational oil companies drill oil and make trillions of dollars. However, the local communities have inflation to show for their God-given natural resources.
I went to the Ahmadu Bello University in Kaduna, did my Youth Service in Lagos, and became employed afterward. I dated a few men but was never in a long-term relationship because I chose not to. In my generation, some women with high skills and income had the freedom to play around without getting stuck in status-quo marriages.
I had my freedom at twenty-five, enjoyed life, and didn't think of marriage.
Nevertheless, I planned my life and set up to marry at twenty-eight if I met a good human being. I learned from my mom, who married three times, and I wanted to avoid marrying early and divorce eight times.
One night, while having fun with friends at a concert, I got a call from Mom, and I told her I needed to call her back. I got home when all the streetlights were dead and the roads deserted. I didn't call back because I figured she might be sleeping.
The following morning, I ransacked my brain about why she called. She did not call unless it was an emergency. I'm always the one to call because that worked for us.
I called Mom, and she told me that a family friend's son would like to talk to me about marrying him. It was not strange for mothers to make that kind of connection, but my mom, Abasi, did not belong to any clique.
Why? She was the only woman I knew who had married three times.
My dad, FC, was her third husband and the only one she had children with. My parents were outliers, and many people didn't like them because of their unconventional marriage. However, I believed their marriage worked better than I saw with perfect marriages.
The man.
Although this man was a family friend's son, I didn't know who my mom was talking about, but she told me he left for the US as a teenager. I replied, "Okay, that's fine, he can contact me." I have nothing to lose.
Who is the man? A stranger! My mom revealed her secret, and it blew my mind. And the secret made me ashamed of my assumptions.
To be continued.
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