Childhood sweetheart Episode 1 & 2

Peter and i had known each other since we were children, we grew up in the same neighborhood.
We met when I was 8 years old. On my first day in primary school.
I always remembered my first day in primary school with smiles and I still remember how we sat in desks lined in rows, with our tiny bodies facing the front as we were both sighted sitting next to each other.
One time, during our primary school days, Peter had beaten up a boy who constantly bullied me and ever since then, we had been inseparable.
Growing up, Peter and I were so fond of each other. Our love was intense but innocent. People marvelled at our clos£ness and our friendsh!p. Everyone in the neighborhood, knew that Peter and i adore each other so much.
The strange love that existed between us even brou-ght our parents closer.
When I was 15, Peter and I were almost in our final year in college, I noticed we began to hold hands and exchange odd k!ss. But our first d@t£ was ha-rd ly ro-mantic.
I was all dressed up as we had planned to go on a long walk at 6pm but that day there was a mas-sive thun-derstorm and a downpour and we spent the whole evening huddled un-der a shade at the bus st©p as we held hands. We stared at each other in pure excitement
We were so madly in love with each other.
For my 16th Birthday, Peter gifted me a lovely n£¢klace with a beautiful pendant. I was thri-lled as that gift was so precious to me. I wore that n£¢klace always because to me it was like a symbol of Peter’s love for me.
My parents were surprised when they saw the beautiful n£¢klace and it bec@m£ obvious that Peter and I were going out, my parents liked Peter, they knew he was ha-rd working and very respectful. They knew how Peter will take up odd jobs to as-sist his parents pay off some bills but still my parents didn’t exactly gave their approval to our teenage r0m@nç£as they didn’t want their only daughter to end up with an unwanted pregnancy and ruin her future.
A year later after we had graduated from secondary School, Peter and I went off to different University, Peter got admitted into the state University at Lagos State while I got admitted into a federal University at the Federal capital Abuja. And we were surrounded by new experiences; loads of p@rties, girls and boys. But Peter and i always missed each other, we both knew that we had a lot of growing up to do. But we always looked for ways to connect with each other.
Five years after, Peter and i had graduated from the University and we both had even gotten better Jobs but yet our feelings for each other had not diminished.
As we still choose each other every day. And everyone who knew our story, loved our story so much.
As grown ups, Peter and i still feel the bu-tterflies we remember feeling when we were still children. When Peter proposed to me, I jumped in excitement. Staring at the beautiful gold engagement ring with joy,
Peter was my CHILDHOOD SWEETHEART and my soul mate too. I longed to spend the rest of my life with him because I still felt giddy in love just like i was as a little school girl, when i first met Peter, many years ago.
I was only 13 Years old when i knew that one day i was going to marry Peter, but it took many years for that dream to finally become a reality.
When we were re-ady to settle down, the news spre-aded everywhere like wild fire. People who knew how our love story started like our parents were so happy and proud. They blessed and prayed for our union to last forever.
We got married in an elaborate but simple beautiful wedding and just in few years after, Peter and I were blessed with two children.
At the beginning, our marriage was enviable and beautiful.
But things took a nose dive, after we celebr@ted our 7 years wedding anniversary. Peter and i began to take each other’s love for granted.
We constantly quarrelled and fought even in the pres£nce of our little children, the love we had for each other, seemed to had disappeared as we fought over petty things.
Gradually, I turned into a nagging and unsubmissive wife while Peter turned into an unfaithful and irresponsible husband.
It was strange how things escalated to that level but Peter and I seemed not to care, we kept blaming each other, instead of changing our ways.
Gradually, Peter doesn’t love spending time with me and he preferred hanging out with his new lover.
I was not even bothered that Peter was always away, I felt I was better off alone as I have learned to be alone and to be a mother to my children.
Our marriage suddenly bec@m£ a mess. As it’s lost the love and tranquility.
More than twice Peter and I had even decided it’s over. But none of us had summoned up the courage to call it a day or book that appointment with a lawyer, due to how long we had been together, we kept keeping up and pretending our marriage was okay. Even though we knew that
Our marriage stood on the brink of divorce.
We were both on the receiving end, but Yet somehow we held onto each other as we
still desperately craves a reason not to throw away all of the memories we had built with each other over the years.
No doubt Peter and i were meant for each other but over the years we Unknowingly st©pped being friends with each other.
Peter was a good man but a clueless husband
As he had no clue that what I nee-ded was attention.
At the first two years of marriage, our marriage seemed great. We both had a good job. We had money. We traveled together alot. We were buddies, we always had fun.
I was always a brilliant and natural mom and a loving wife
But when i began to take notes of Peter’s short comings, I began to complain more, I was always angry about something, because i always kept record each time Peter misbehaved like whenever he gave me the lion share of parenting while he took a diminished(little) responsibility.
He was always full of excuses and I noticed that he ba-rely had time for me or our children.
Suddenly, every now and then, some stray comment would b!ow up into an argument that made no s-en-se . We would take things personally and close down.
And Peter will leave in anger and he will stay out for days.
Having our children gave us a new purpose but drove the invisible wedge between us even dee-per. As we fell into traditional roles of home maker and provider.
As our roles as parents bec@m£ established, we st©pped chatting to one another. We spent less and less time hanging out together on our own. When we did talk, it was usually about our children or work. With time i began to feel neglected while Peter felt unappreciative because I was always bitter and I complained alot, our drift ap@rt was so very subtle. Without realising it, we had become strangers behind closed doors, sleepwalking toward separation.
Eventually my frustration c@m£ to a head, at my 35th birthday when my husband Peter forgot all about my birthday, When I confronted him he ba-rely uttered few words “Fidelia, I was so busy, the last thing on my mind is some silly birthday, plea-se give me a break” and he walked away. I felt worst, I concluded that Peter doesn’t love me anymore and maybe he had fallen in love with his lover. I was always investigating Peter and when I had confirmed that indeed he was seeing some one else , I was devastated.
Shortly after, in midst of my heartbreak, i bec@m£ very ill.
I always felt a constant severe abd0m£n pain and just to feel better, i visited the hospital for possible treatment, i was examined at the go.
The doctor prescribe-d some drugs and also advised I get more medical test done to rule out other serious health issues.
“plea-se ensure you get these tests done, it’s very imperative you do them” the Doctor advised.
Some weeks after, I finally went for those medical tests, and when the results c@m£, I was shocked.
Episode 2
When i visited my doctor for my test results, the results left me shattered.
“Mrs Fidelia, you have an End stage kidney failure, if you don’t get a kidney transplant in three months, you will die, plea-se hurry as you have no time, get a donor” The doctor revealed and I was devasted. I wanted to share my pain with my husband but when i remembered all the wrong Peter had done to me, I ended up leaving him in the dark.
I decided to keep the bad medical report to myself.
One-day, Peter returned from work early, he prepared dinner and everyone ate quietly. For a moment, i was happy to eat the meal my husband had prepared, I thought I was going to get my husband back.
That evening, I had decided to let my husband know what was happening to me because of that single move he had made, he scored a point in my heart that evening; when he prepared Dinner.
After Dinner, i was taking out the dirty dishes, and I had s£nt our children to their rooms. I was busy doing the dishes, when my husband walked into the kitchen, we ran our eyes on each other without uttering a word like two strangers. Some minutes later, Peter cleared his throat and walked closer to me
“Fidelia, this marriage is not working….i think we should be free and be happy, I want to be plain with you, I want a divorce, I met someone new and I feel I truly love her, Fidelia what we feel for each other is not love, is just a childhood infatuation, plea-se let me go, I promise to care for our children and for you for as long as I live but I don’t want to remain in this marriage” Peter uttered and i almost lost my breath. I was devastated, i never believed that Peter could say all that to me.
“Childhood infatuation? You met someone new? Is that why you have been neglecting me? Is that why you forgot all about my birthday? Is that why you don’t care about me? I once had a job like you but because of the too many roles I have to pl@yas a wife and a mother, I resigned from my job but did I get a thank you or well done, no! All you told me is that it’s my life and I can do whatever I want but I should ensure our children are well taken care of, when you ba-rely spend time with your children not even on weekends” I managed to say.
I felt defeated as I spoke because Peter was not saying anything to console me and my whole b©dy hurts especially my heart was broken, Peter stood there, with out uttering a word as he stared at me. Peter’s silence got me thinking, It was obvious that his silence shattered what was left of my heart.
I couldn’t even bring myself to tell Peter that I was sick and nee-ded a kidney transplant to stay alive, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him that it was not a good time to demand for a divorce.
“I don’t want Peter to be with me out of Pity, if he doesn’t want to be with us, I’m letting him go” I thought within as tears dropped from my eyes. I took a de-ep breath and continued
“Peter, i can’t f0rç£ you to be with me and your children but I will liberate you from this marriage, on one condition”
And Peter wondered what the condition is all about as he looked into my eyes
“Tell me what you want, I will do it, half of my wealth with this house? Anything you want I will give it to you, I’m not cutting you off my life, all I want is freedom” Peter uttered in a low tone but I told him that I didn’t want his wealth or the house.
“sure, I’m liberating you from this marriage and All I want is for you to spend time with me and your children for three months, you will re-ad our children, a be-dtime story everynight, every weekend you will take I and the children out to nice places like the cinema or nice restaurant, and once it’s exactly three months, I will gladly set you free from this marriage” i said calmly
Is that all you want?” Peter asked surprisedly
I nodded “yes” and dried two tears from my eyes and then I managed to smile faintly but de-ep down I was shattered. I reminisced on how long I had been with Peter and it hurt me so much that it was so easy for him to replace me.
To my greatest surprise, Peter agreed to my condition and in no time, he began to execute his own p@rt of the deal.
Everyday Peter and i spent time with our children.
Three weeks later, unknown to me, Peter had began to appreciate his family and he began to notice how much he still love me. All I noticed was that he bec@m£ alot friendlier and more nicer but I was not paying any attention.
He had wondered so manytimes how he was going to explain to our children that he was going to divorce their mother- me
In two months, Peter began to have a change of heart but I was gradually allowing myself to die. I had given up on life, love and on my marriage. When I couldn’t find a donor, I decided to let myself die, I ate meals the doctor had asked me not to have and the worst I st©pped taking my medication.
“What’s the nee-d of staying alive when my husband wants to leave me, all I want is For him to be close to his children so that when I’m gone, he will still be attached to them and would take good care of them” i thought but I never imagined that the condition I set had healed my marriage and rekindle the love, we once shared.
In the third month, Peter was alre-ady sure of what he wanted but I had no idea that he wants to stay with me and our children because he was still in love with me, I had no clue that he had broken up with his lover, Bimpe after he had warned her never to contact him again. “I love my wife” he had told Bimpe.
I had no idea that he had plans to apologise to me and make peace. He had bought an expensive jewelry and other ro-mantic gifts. He even planned a ro-mantic dinner but that same day Peter had no idea that I was dying silently, my kidney were completely worn out and with a failed kidney I couldn’t function properly,
I was too weak and in a great pain but still I didn’t take my medication or visit the hospital and I kept quiet about what was happening to me, because I wanted to die and free Peter of our marriage as we agreed.