copied story Tom was earning a net salary of 200K from a multinational company when I moved in with him. I was earning a net salary of 50K.
Tom comes from a family that thrives on black tax. His sisters were married and employed, they still gave Tom all their problems to handle. His mother was a teacher and his father was a nurse but spending their cash was hard, Tom still had to send money for everything, including cooking oil. Where did they take their money? Only God knows. I urged him several times to save something but my cries fell on deaf ears. Tom completed each month with 0 in savings.
It was at this time that he got a Nissan note and was making monthly payments of 25K. He built a small two-bedroom house in the village but didn’t furnish it. We lived in a one bedroom costing 12K but our house was well furnished. Stunning. Both of us contributed in furnishing the house. I love comfort. I can’t wait for a man do everything yet I can afford cheap basics like nice curtains or cooking pots.
Tom’s contract expired when it was only two months left before he cleared paying for his car. I had some savings because he was the one who offset the rent plus all the bills. I didn’t find it worth having him struggle to pay the 25K monthly for his car, so I voluntarily helped him clear the debts.
We had the option of selling some household items and move to a smaller house as he searched for another job. As I said before, I love comfort. I didn’t find it worthy selling things to move to a bedsitter yet I could afford the 12K. Moving to a bedsitter would still be a struggle for him because he was jobless with 0 in savings.
When his job came to a stop, he didn’t have any money to send home. That’s when hell broke loose. His family claimed I was spending his money and convincing him to forget them. They thought their son earned something like 500K and his savings must be a lot to sustain them. They always called him complaining to stop spending on me.
Tom was man enough to tell them off. He told them he didn’t have any money and I was the one who was paying all the bills. He asked them to back off and also use their salaries. They never believed him. His father would call complaining on how he was to get a wife from the village and his mother would inform him that I’m too modern for her liking. His sisters would ask him to look for another woman because I would leave immediately he went broke. All this started happening immediately they stopped receiving Mpesa messages from him.
Since I was working, I would still have some slight changes in the house. New curtains, new carpets, new coffee table etc. The sisters would visit and convey the message to the village that Tom was only spending on me but couldn’t send them anything. They would discuss all my new things and question Tom where the money came from if he was broke. They didn’t believe I was the one who bought everything new.
The pressure they were mounting on Tom as the firstborn was getting worse by the day. They still expected Tom to settle everything, even when he was jobless. They insisted Tom had savings or investments and they knew if they forced him to spend on them, then I’ll get nothing. It was a way of punishing me.
Tom easily bows to pressure and so he started getting into unnecessary debts. Tom was trying to please ungrateful people who threatened to curse him and not bless our union. Shy locks, friends, neighbors were always on his neck. Friendship with many people was broken due to unpaid debts. He sold his car and all the proceeds went into offsetting debts that he unnecessarily created. The last straw of our relationship was when he secretly sold some of our household items because his father needed to top up some money to help his younger brother in paying his dowry.
Immediately I left, Tom sold more things and moved to a single room with only a bed, gas, plus other basics. It was at this point that they believed I was sustaining their son in Nairobi but it was too late for them to convince me with their apologies.
Pinterest