My siblings act like I got a divorce to become their personal servant.
They abuse my help.
Even my brother decided to say something about it: “So, just because she’s had rotten luck and had to come back here, you all decide to make her do everything alone?”

If I were still at my old home, I wouldn’t have to do all this.
At my own place, I’d only have to serve a husband and a child, not an entire family.
At my old home, I did the laundry once every 2 weeks
At mama’s I do the laundry 4 times a week.
It’s like they were looking for someone to throw their responsibilities on. They took advantage of my return.

My siblings used to visit every once in a while.
Now they visit every other day, and they bring their children and spouses.
They leave the place a mess every time.
I have to start all over again when they leave.
I hate it when they come over.

They also make me feel like I’m a prostitute or something:
“Where are you going? Why were you out late?”
Even my father, when I was dying to go with my sister to visit our other sister, said, “She’s going with her husband. Who are you going with?”
Like it’s my fault I asked for a divorce from an abusive husband.
They’re trying to make me feel guilty over something that isn’t my fault.

It got to a point where I actually considered doing something to myself. May God forgive me.
I wanted to kill myself. Only the thought of my daughter stopped me from doing so.
You see, my siblings can’t stand me and I can’t stand them.
If I died, my daughter would have to stay with either my ex-husband or one of my siblings, which was worrying in both cases.

I turned down a suitor because he wanted me to lie to his family, tell them I’m a virgin.
Even though he too was divorced and had 2 kids.
How on earth am I supposed to lie about that? I have a daughter!
I was in for another shock when I told him that. It made me regret even talking to him:
“Okay then,” he said, “let’s have sex without getting married.”
The gall of him!

It angered me to be treated this way.
To be honest, I actually want to get married.
But I want a happy marriage.
Happy in every way.

I want a man with a personality. Someone who could protect me from the entire world.
Someone wealthy and respectable. Who could send my daughter to a private school. I want her to grow up spoiled and well taken care of.
And I want to dye my hair red.
I want to remarry, so I can dye my hair red!
Because my father would never allow it.