He was tired and dreaded going home.
Each day was worse than the day before, as her tyranny seemed to graduate a notch per day.
Nothing he did was good enough and she had practically turned him into her slave – working and handing over his earnings to her, cooking, cleaning and serving her hand and foot, yet she whined.
Each time she threatened to call the immigration on him.
Each time he wondered if the price he was paying was worth the passport he hoped to get through this hellish marriage, since their love had flown out of the window.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
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