The Broken Woman: Forgotten but not Forgotten By Blossom Obi | @BlossomObi3
“I don’t blame him, he was suffering inside” I thought to myself, “but so was I”. I watched Victor stagger into the living room very late that night. I had dozed off on a twin couch after a purposeless day waiting for him to return home. He reeked off alcohol and cheap perfume, I was disgusted by the sight of him so much that I pitied him. He moved straight towards my direction as if I was invincible, he fell straight on the other side of where I sat, snoring as he slept. I felt something tore at my chest, I didn’t know whether it was anger, hurt or rejection. I pulled off his shoes, got a blanket and covered him up. I didn’t sleep much, I kept thinking, “where could she be? and how much time would we spend together” Anna was five when she passed away as a result of my carelessness. I got pregnant in my finals for victor while we dated in school. He denied it and broke up with me. I kept it and it produced an angel, Anna, who became everything to me. Five years after vic...