Shamack

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I really thought my wedding night would be magical… you know, soft smiles, deep conversations, effortless romance like the kind they show in movies. Reality said, “Sis, calm down first.” The moment we entered the room, all my confidence disappeared. Shyness held me tight like wrapper. I suddenly became a different person. Everything I imagined? Gone. My husband was already in the mood for “let’s begin our forever” and said, “Oya, let’s go and bath.” Bath?? Together?? I nearly shouted, “With who??” I quickly told him, “You go first, I’ll come later.” Next thing, this man came out of the bathroom without clothes, just walking around like it was normal. I almost screamed. I had to remind myself, “Madam, you are married now o!” In my mind I was like, “Kai, this man no get shame at all.” I couldn’t even look at him properly. I’d try to steal glances when he wasn’t looking, just small small… but the moment he turned or caught me, I’d sharply look away like I wasn’t just admiring what I saw. One time he smiled and said, “I caught you… don’t worry, it’s yours now.” Omo, I wanted the ground to just open. To even undress in front of him was war. Full battle. I couldn’t do it. I carried my clothes, my cream, everything, entered the bathroom fully dressed, did my thing, dressed back inside, and stepped out like a well-behaved guest. My husband just looked at me, smiled and said, “All these things you’re doing… you know we’re married, right?” Ah! I know we’re married o… but omo, nobody warned me that shyness will follow me enter marriage like this. And honestly… I knew. I knew we're married, But knowing and adjusting are two different things. That night didn’t go the way I imagined and that’s okay. Because what I’ve come to realize is, marriage is not a performance, it’s a process. You don’t suddenly become “perfect” overnight. You grow into it, you learn each other, you laugh through the awkward moments, and slowly… comfort replaces shyness. Looking back now, that night wasn’t imperfect, it was real. And sometimes, real is even more beautiful than perfect. Till today, this man still laughs about that night. Anytime the gist comes up, he’ll just be teasing me, reminding me how all my “big big promises” disappeared overnight. PS: I read this also and started imagining how mine is gonna be... lmao