Nonyelum

Happy 58th Birthday to the legendary Céline Dion.

I don’t usually bring my personal life out like this, but sometimes silence starts to feel like suffocation. I’m married to a nurse in the UK….someone I once believed would be my partner in every sense of the word. When we started, it was all love, dreams, and plans about building a life together. I genuinely thought we were on the same team. But somewhere along the line, things changed. I work six days a week, constantly pushing, constantly trying to keep everything afloat. Bills, responsibilities, taxes…. it all rests on me. I’m exhausted, not just physically, but mentally. It feels like I’m living a life where I’m married, yet carrying everything alone. What hurts the most isn’t even the stress… it’s the lack of support. She earns well, but most of her money goes to her loved ones. And I understand helping family…. I do the same. But the difference is, whenever I send money to my own parents or loved ones, I’m met with attitude that can last for a whole week. Silence, coldness, distance… like I’ve done something wrong for taking care of my own. Meanwhile, I’m expected to keep showing up, keep providing, keep handling everything without question. Sometimes I sit back and think about everything I did—supporting her, standing by her, even helping her get to the UK…. and I can’t lie, I regret it. Not because I didn’t love her, but because I never imagined I would end up feeling this alone after giving so much. I’ve tried to talk about it. Tried to fix things. Tried to make her understand that this isn’t how partnership works. But every time, the response is the same: “If you’re tired, we can divorce.” Just like that. No effort to fix it. No attempt to meet halfway. Just an easy way out. And that’s what really breaks me… not the money, not even the stress—but the realization that the person I chose doesn’t seem to care enough to fight for us. Marriage is supposed to be two people carrying the weight together, not one person drowning while the other watches from a distance. At this point, I’m just tired. Tired of the imbalance. Tired of feeling alone in something that was supposed to be shared. And honestly… I don’t even know what hurts more anymore—the situation, or the regret.

The way women talk about house chores I’m actually curious to know what these chores are.

This was Decembers bill.

the sacrifices of child birth, should never be used as a point when discussing 50/50