Solo Mum Part 2
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🤷 Solo Mum Part TWO:
After the divorce, Christopher became worse and that resulted to him living in this shady and unkept area. I just hope this would be the last time I’ll come here.
I’ve been knocking on the door for over a minute but no response. I was about to knock again when the door opened. A slutty looking girl with multiple piercings and tattoos was looking down on me like a piece of dirt.
The thought of my daughter staying in company with this kind of woman made me more afraid than angry.
“Who you be” She said.
“I’m here for my daughter. Kathryn” The slut started to eye but I shoved her aside and went inside. The place smelled and reeked of vomit. Kathryn was somewhere on the floor bent over a bucket vomiting and Christopher was just hold her.
What in hell was happening here.
“What is happening to my daughter?” I boom. They both looked up at me.
“Bimbo”
“Don’t call my name. What did you do to my daughter”
“Mom he was just helping—”
“–you better be quiet because you are in so much trouble for leaving the house.” I dragged her up by the arm.
“Bimbo what is wrong with you?” He is asking me what is wrong with me?
“Stay away from my children” I warn him.
“How can I stay away from my children. You have no right do that” He shouted.
“I have custody of them. I have every right to tell you to stay away from them.” I shout back at him. Those days where I depended on him for survival were over.
He looked silently at me with his jaw twitching. I literally dragged Kathryn all the way to the car because she was reluctant to leave.
Kathryn is more strong headed than Karen so I had to slap her more than thrice to know where Kevin could possibly be.
I can’t believe it. I’ve just been in Nigeria for two hours and I’m already shepherding children.
I went to the place Kevin was and I found him in a house with a group of boys who were busy on their laptops. I didn’t even talk much as I dragged him to the car and it wasn’t easy because he was a bit stronger than I am, the fact that he was also taller didn’t help.
Soon I was driving home with my two lost sheep. They sulked into the house, reminding me that they hated me. I wanted to shout at them but it was of no use.
I never planned to have three children. I just wanted one child and God punished me by giving me three devil’s from the pit of hell.
I could control all my staffs but I can’t even talk to my own children without it ending in a string of insults.
I went to my room to freshen up and sleep because I was beyond exhausted.
My mind flashed images of my daughter having sex, the other one was vomiting because she must have drank too much alcohol and my son a future Yahoo boy.
I feared of what they would become if they should start going to university which wasn’t far anymore as they had just concluded their NECO exams.
I’m a failure. I’ve failed as a mother.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, making a mental note to get a restriction order for Christopher. I don’t care if he is their father. He is a bad influence.
TO Be Continued
