A Lesson Never To Be Forgotten

It was not challenging to believe when I saw my husband facing the music of adamant. He has been taking things for granted and has failed to listen to my words sporadically. He only wants to do what his mind says, not what anyone says to him. This does not suit my kind of person, but I had to take it the way it is instead of turning it into an argument.

I have been talking about going to the bank to withdraw some money just for emergency purposes. Not only that, but he was supposed to travel to a nearby town to pick up some important items that would be shipped from the village, but he just refused. I have told him several times, but he wouldn't listen to me. He just wanted to do it according to his mind. I tried to convince him to go to the bank, but all he kept saying was, “I will go in two days' time since the items will arrive that same day.”.

I did not say a word but remained silent and watched the way the music was going to be played to his advantage.

The day he was to go to the bank, he started searching for the ATM card that he had placed on the table. He began to search, and he made a thorough search but could not see it. He came to meet with me in my shop and asked if I had seen the ATM card, but I said, “No.” He got angry and went back to the house to search again. After some minutes of searching, I went to join him in the search. I could not wait to tell him my thoughts. “I told you to go to the bank that day, but you bluntly refused since you wanted to listen to yourself but no one else, even when you knew you would be wrong.”.

He was mute without saying a word. He even pretended he did not hear me. It was almost time for him to go to collect the items from the nearby town, as the driver had called him earlier and had been told the time he would arrive at the pick-up point.

After much searching, I finally saw the ATM card in the trousers he had worn the night before. My husband was sweating due to the search, and I could see the original music being played to his tune.

Darya Sannikova
He proceeded to the bank. A few minutes later, he was back from the bank. I was shocked to see him, as he had just one hour to get to the pickup point. He said, “I guess there was no money in the bank. The queue was as long as the ant line.”.

I pretended I was not hearing what he was saying. I repeated his statement three times, and I pretended I was not hearing him. He said, “Are you not the one I'm talking to?”

I replied to him, “What do you want me to say? I had told you before to go to the bank to withdraw some money, which you bluntly refused.”.

He was so confused. I would have given him the money, but I did not have up to the amount needed to take him to the pickup point.

An hour later, the driver called and asked where he was. He said he was on his way to the venue and was still at home. I don't think I can wait for you since I have passengers in my car.”.

My husband was perplexed and didn't know what to do. The driver called back, saying, “Either you meet me in Lagos or you wait until I reload my car the next day.” My husband could not say a word. Going to Lagos would take him triple what he would have spent when going to the pickup point. He had no choice other than to go to Lagos. He called the driver to specify the location where he would see him. After getting the information, he went to the bank again and saw that the queue was becoming shorter. He waited until it was his turn. He withdrew the money and came back home.

Going to Lagos would make him waste his time and money, but it's what he has to face just because of his attitude. He had no choice, as we needed to use the items for something so important the next day. He traveled straight to Lagos to collect the items. It took him time and stress to come back, as he arrived late at night.

Does he have a choice? At least he has faced the music of not listening to me.