Insecurities
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"I'm tired Rebecca", Shella said to her best friend while they sat on her porch talking and eating some strawberries 🍓 she had harvested from her garden. "What is it this time? " Rebecca interrogated.
Shella: "We've been married for 12 years now and you know we've had 4 kids together. Just when I thought we had it all going well, everything came crumbling before me."
Rebecca: "Yes I know all about your love story. Tell me what the matter is now."
Shella: "A few months ago, we were about going to church one sunday as usual, and Jeremiah our last son got in with me in the front seat as always, since the other three occupied all the space at the back. My husband shouted at him furiously to get to the back with the others. I had never seem him this angry and he had never acted like this before. So when I asked why he asked him to get to the back, he looked at me straight into the eyes, like his gaze could burst through my eyeballs, and asked me if I hadn't noticed that I had become too fat and the front seat couldn't accommodate Jeremiah and I again. My sister, I was shocked at the way he adressed me." Tears rolled down her cheeks 😢as Sheila said this.
Rebecca: "My sister please don't cry." Rebecca said as she got up and move over to her, handed her a handkerchief and hugged her tightly.
Shella: "Since then, it has been one issue or another in this house," Shella continued. "He now stays out late after work, comes home stinking of alcohol and different female perfumes. Im sure he is seeing other women already. Can you imagine that he goes as far as saying that I'm not the woman he married, that I don't even look like the woman he married. He even compared me with our neighbors new wife. My sister I'm tired, I love my husband and I don't want to loose him. What should I do? " She continued sobbing.
Rebecca: She said this as she moved back to her seat. "I'll be honest and straight forward with you." She picked up a strawberry from the plate and chewed as she continued. "There are so many times a woman can be told that she isn't beautiful before she starts to believe it herself. And when you believe it, you start to think that the person you are with is doing you a favor by being with you. But what you need to realize is that no one who is secure within themselves will make any one else feel insecure about themselves. You see, insecurity is a contagion that has no known vaccine and those who suffer from it will always try to infect others with their virus. So if the only way your prince charming can be with you is by convincing you that you are not a princess, then pause and ask yourself this question; Is he really a prince, or is he something much less? "
These words from Rebeccca got to shella like anointing from a deliverance service. She lifted her head, looked at her friend, wiped her eyes and smiled😊. She had never thought things out from that angle. She then resolved to put a stop to this emotional and psychological torture. She was bent on rescuing her mental health.
Dear steamians, if you were in Shella's shoe, what will you do differently from this point? Do you think her husband was right or could he have had a better approach? Is Rebecca a good friend?
Could you please🙏🙏 drop in your views at the comment section? There could be a man or woman going through a similar situation reading. Thank you🥰.
Thank you for reading through and until next time, remain blessed.
One love👊
