I am new here. My friend, Angie, told me about this site. I was in fact talking to her about this problem when she said, ‘Why not send this to DNB Stories instead? I’m sure you will get good advice there because they have mature audience.’
I had shaken my head and said no. I don’t really like sharing my stories online anymore. Once, I opened a post on Nairaland about a problem my husband and I were facing at a time and the first line of comments I got were all jokes.
Then someone started to abuse me. At the end, I found myself feeling sadder than I had earlier been.
But my friend sounded rather convincing so I decided to give it a try.
About two years after my wedding, my husband’s younger brother came to live with us.
He should be about 27, the last born of the house.
Then, he was supposed to attend an interview with a company but later discovered it was fake. But he didn’t go back. That was how he started staying with us.
Personally, I am a very private person. My husband knows this. He too cherishes his privacy too. I think that’s one of the things we have in common.
I would say the first few months his younger brother stayed were cool. I had no reason to complain. He assisted my maid in getting things done.
He helps out with technical things like the generator and inverter and the likes when my husband is away or returned late.
There was a morning I came out to find him washing my car. I didn’t like it because I didn’t want to appear bossy and all that. Besides, we have someone paid to do that already so there was really no need.
While returning in the evening, I got him a new shirt as a sign of appreciation.
That same weekend, I was still sleeping in my room when he drove off with the car. When he returned in the evening, I asked him where and why he’d taken the car without telling me.
He said nothing. He just stood there with his head bent, until his brother asked him to go away.
Some weeks later, I came home on a Friday evening to find two strange faces in the house. He said they were his friends. His music friends. Boys with dreadlocks and pierced ears.
I later discovered he was turning one of the rooms at the back of the house into a music studio.
It was the night my husband and I called him to talk to him that he blurted out, ‘I need 500K to set up myself!’
‘Are you serious?’ I asked him.
He hissed at me and said I should mind my business whenever he is talking with his brother.
In anger, I rose. He was muttering other things but I was gone by then.
In the morning, he greeted me and said, ‘Brother said I should apologize to you.’
I told him there was no need, that he should be getting prepared to leave. I told him I do not want someone to come and make me uncomfortable in my own home.
He went on to organize a family raid against me.
That evening, their eldest sister called and was shouting. She said it was their mother that asked her to call.
He is their last born and he is using that influence to gain his way through. He was spoilt by his mum and older siblings.
Later that night, my husband went all out on him and he apologized.
Now nobody is mentioning about his leaving again and his brother had asked him to bring up something he’d want to do, but not music.
He is not even that good a singer.
Now he just sees me and murmur good morning with a hard face. I feel so uncomfortable with his presence.
It’s even affecting me at work. I do not know if in should apologize to him, if I needed to.
I just hate the tension.
DNB Mamas and Papas, over to you!
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