It would have been less painful, if my co-wife were not my very own daughter.Working in a quarry is no mean job. I never withheld an iota of love from her yet she mercilessly took my husband and abused my matrimonial bed. She is a girl I nursed as a baby and nurtured into adulthood.
Not anymore today I am a bitter woman full of regrets and nursing pangs of resentment against my daughter. I must learn to accept my daughter as my co-wife. I blame myself so much for being a poor mother but now, as it were, it's too late. I am so lonely in that house but I can't move out neither can I share my ordeal with anyone. Our sons have gone their different ways to pursue their careers. It's been over three years since they moved in. I do all a wife is supposed to do apart from sharing my bed with my husband or choosing his wardrobe. I have invested so much into that marriage that I can't stand losing all the estates I have laboured for. I went to see a psychological counselor as a last resort but he advised me to file a divorce. I comforted myself that getting solace from her own father was safe instead of getting it from outside. I admit I may have given up on her too soon because I chose to ignore her and to continue bringing up my sons who had teachable spirits. When she was in high school, I questioned who her girlfriends were but she was categorical that she enjoyed her own company. She was very distant to her brothers and had no girlfriends. This made her very disrespectful and even when I invited our local pastor to speak to her, she accused me of being unfair to her declaring that the only true friend she had was her father. But every time I corrected her, the father would reprimand me in her presence. The relationship between me and my daughter was average we had good and bad times and I was firm but loving whenever she did a mistake. Had I listened, I would have cautioned my daughter early enough or separated them at some point but I worried what the two would have thought of me had it turned out to be just an innocent father-daughter relationship. Besides, even if it were true, everyone would blame me for being poor in parenting or worse still, no one would believe me. My husband is a prominent business man and my family was steadfastly crocheted together hence I wouldn't be the one to expose it to public shame. I scolded the woman for having such immoral thoughts and firmly defended my family. I recall a day when one of my friends called me to inform me that she had seen my daughter and her father kissing passionately. What reason did I have to thwart the beautiful relationship between father and daughter? From when she was a tiny baby she would sit on his lap and lay her head on his chest and he would kiss her cheeks.
When my daughter grew older and became a pretty young woman, I got suspicious but I severally rebuked myself for even imagining that my daughter and her father would ever have a sexual relationship. I often told-off the women justifying the closeness with the obvious fact that it is psychologically proven that daughters love their fathers more than their mothers. I had severally been warned by concerned women who had seen them together that the two were overly involved.
Thoughts of pain and regret started creeping through my mind. Maybe they too blame me for their sister's insanity though their distant relationship never changed. My two sons kept aloof and never encouraged any discussion about what was happening. I kicked my husband out of our bedroom and as expected he ran into his 'lovers' arms. I knew they had beaten me and I got into serious depression. I was shocked when he and my in-laws suggested I should get psychiatric help. My husband can win an Oscar he denied everything saying that he was very concerned I was losing my mind. I later told my in-laws and the village elders what I had seen and all of us were summoned. Their retorts brought me back to my senses and I walked out. Only the previous night, he and I were very intimate on the same bed. "The only mistake we've made is using your bed," my husband arrogantly said. Then my daughter shamelessly retorted: "Mum, why are you surprised? I thought you knew it all along!" And to rub it in, my husband confirmed that what they were doing was no mistake.
I opened my mouth to scream but nothing came out. I still get nauseated at the sheer thought of the spectacle. The sight of my daughter and my husband naked on my very bed sickened me.