I sold my husband’s house and relocated to the USA! 🇺🇸
My name is Bunmi, I am 31, married, with 3 lovely kids, 2 boys and a girl. I Work in a bank, as a customer care agent. The pay is not much, but it’s better than doing nothing. My husband is a very rich man, that provides all I need, and takes good care of our kids, I don’t spend a dime from my salary, except when I just want to be extra. He is 36, from Anambra state, while I am from Lagos state. He is what every woman would call a very good husband. He opened an account, where he puts money into, more than once every month, for the kids and I.
If you’ve read to this point, I know you will be wondering why I sold his house without his consent and ran off with our kids to the United states, if he’s this good and more. Alright, let’s get to the story. Here’s what happened!
I met my husband when I was in university of Lagos, we dated for 11 months before getting married. It wasn’t really easy, being that I am a yoruba lady, while he is igbo, his people tried all they could to make him not marry me, but he insisted. My family had no issues at all, they welcomed him like he was their own. I was in my 3rd year, while he had just finished youth service, when we got married. He comes from a very wealthy and connected family, it wasn’t difficult for him to get a well paying job, as a tech guy in an oil company. Two years into the marriage, same year our first son was born, he built the house we lived in, the one I sold. It was an 8 bedroom duplex, all rooms ensuite, with swimming pool, gym station, mini farm and playground, for the kids.
We were doing so well, no case of infidelity or serious problems in our marriage. When I was pregnant for our second child, he got a way bigger job in the U.K. At first, he didn’t want to go, but I persuaded him, I really wanted my kids to go to school abroad, and the perfect opportunity presented itself. I encouraged him to take the offer, because, I thought he would take his family along, so that I will deliver my baby there.
Unfortunately, my sister misplaced my international passport, so I hadn’t the time to file a report and do something about it, before it was time for his visa to be processed.
He left when I was 7 months pregnant. We agreed that I will go ahead and deliver my baby in Lagos, after which I will sort out my passport and apply for family visa, for us to join him there. This was 8 years ago. By the time my baby was 6 months old,
I told him I was ready for the visa, my passport was sorted, but he convinced me to hold on, that he wasn’t properly settled and ready yet, for us to join him. Thing is, I never doubted my husband, not for once, I had absolutely no reason to doubt him. So, whenever he told me to hold on and be patient, I always indulged him.
I decided to stop bringing up the matter, after he had stayed there for more than a year, and I got a job to keep myself occupied. His cousin was living with me, including my house-help, it wasn’t a problem leaving my kids with them and going to work, every day. He also supported it. 2 years after he left, he came back and stayed for 6 weeks.
There was still no reason to suspect or question his decisions. He gave us maximum attention, was a hands-on dad and husband, even followed me to the salon, at some point, something he hadn’t done before.
I was so happy and feeling on top of the world, it was as if his 2 years in the U.K. increased his love for me. He was always reaching out to me while I was at work, asking how my day was going, sending me seggsy voice notes and endearing messages, he couldn’t get his hands off me.
The night before he went back to the U.K, I brought up the topic of joining him over there, he subtly turned it down, with reasons that made sense to me, at that time, or so I thought. He said he was saving up to buy us a house there, that he doesn’t want us to live in a rented apartment with him, when we had a massive house in Lagos. I nodded in acceptance, without questions.
Few weeks after he left, I found out I was pregnant for my 3rd child, which turned out to be a girl. The communication was very good, I wasn’t calling or writing him much, because he was always calling and writing me, all I did was reply him and pick the calls. We spoke every day, morning and night, then messages inbetween. Another 2 years had gone, before we saw him again. Nothing changed, it was same treatment from him, as the last time he came back.
It was on that trip he bought me a new car and 4 plots of land, as my birthday gifts. My friends and my colleagues were envious of me, they were praying to meet a man like my husband, I felt like a true queen.
Once in a while, I expressed my desire to live with him, distant marriage wasn’t what I signed up for. I wanted to live with him so badly, getting visas for us wasn’t going to be a problem, we had all our credentials that was guaranteed. I wanted him to be a part of our kids lives, spend Christmas with us. Since he moved to the U.K, he has never been around for Christmas, the first time he came back was mid year, same as the second time. He said it was difficult to leave during Christmas period, that he works a lot during that period. He assured me he was working out something, so that we will finally follow him to the U.K. I completely believed him.
