Dear MX24,
My name is Naomi, I’m 29 years old and apparently, I’m still someone’s future daughter-in-law.
I know, I know, sounds messy already, but hear me out.
Last Saturday, I attended my ex’s brother’s wedding. Before you judge me, please, it wasn’t for drama o. The couple are genuinely dear to me. I even planned their surprise proposal years ago. And his mother? She once treated me like her own. So when the invitation came, I said, “Why not? It’s love we’re celebrating, not heartbreak.”
I dressed up, carried my fine self from Michel Camp to North Kaneshie, and entered the wedding grounds peacefully. His dad saw me first and gave me a warm hug. But his mum? Ei! That woman’s excitement could power the whole reception. Before I could even sit quietly, she dragged me to the family section and started introducing me to everyone as “my daughter-in-law, the wife of my second son.”
I smiled politely, praying she wouldn’t ask me to give a speech on behalf of “the family.”
Later, I slipped away to the back for small peace of mind only for my ex’s current girlfriend to come and sit right beside me. We knew each other from school, so I smiled and acted calm. No hard feelings, abi? But apparently, someone else wasn’t as calm.
While helping my ex’s sister fix a wardrobe malfunction, she got a text from her brother (yes, my ex):
“Why the hell is she sitting with my girl? And why is she telling people she’s my wife? People are texting me that they’ve met my wife. My girl is uncomfortable; Mama doesn’t even like her already.”
I just stood there like, “Dear Lord, what episode of Nollywood is this again?”
As if that wasn’t enough, the girlfriend texted a mutual friend asking if I was even invited. Like I’d crashed the wedding just to catch the bouquet.
So I packed my bag, fixed my outfit, and left like the graceful ex that I am. But just when I thought the drama was over, my phone rang. It was my ex’s mother.
“Oh my dear, I heard you left because of some girl bi. Don’t mind her,” she said sweetly.
I told her, “Mummy, please, that’s not the story oo. I didn’t leave because of anyone. I even used her power bank before leaving.”
That’s when it hit me: This woman has not moved on. She still calls me almost every day to “check on me,” prays for “my marriage with her son,” and even tells me, ‘You know there’s still a chance, right? God’s timing is perfect.’
She says she’s already named the grandchildren I’ll have with him and insists she’s fasting for our reunion.
Honestly, MX24, I’m mentally exhausted. I’ve moved on, but it feels like his family especially his mum won’t let me go. It’s messing with my peace of mind, and I don’t know how to draw the line without being disrespectful.
Should I block the whole family and finally breathe, or keep managing her calls so I don’t seem ungrateful?
Please, help me fix my broken pen.
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