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Yours to Love, His to Keep (Completed)

Author : Nolwazi Mbuli

Genre :   Drama

Description :   Marriage is not easy, and as a woman you literally have to learn to put your needs aside for other people, your husband, children, in-laws even when they hate your guts. But you love their son so you sacrifice your peace of mind for a 'happy' marriage and home. I read somewhere that when you pray for a loving husband also pray for loving in-laws. I did and God answered. My in-laws loved me and would move heaven and earth for me, or so I thought. It's been barely 48 hours since I buried my husband. I watched him or his coffin being lowered into the ground, my mind is slowly coming to terms with never being able to see or talk to him again, but my heart, not so much. All I could think about as dirt was being thrown on his coffin was that he would suffocate, crazy I know, but that's just my heart refusing to accept this ending. This is not how I envisioned marriage, this is not the happily ever after I signed up for, I didnt sign up to be a widow at thirty years old, I didnt sign up to be a single mother. I signed up for the grow old together type of love, the raise our kids together and then spoil our grandkids and maybe even great grandkids type of life, I signed up for the fairytale type of life and this ain't it. I sat silently in our lounge and watched as my in-laws divided my husband's asset among each other, his cars would go to each of his siblings, his older brother would take over his businesses, Lord alone knows how he will do that when the only thing he knows is alcohol and rearing his cows, how will he run a multimillion dollar logistics company? Our houses were also to be shared between his siblings, and if they want to sell them then so be it. I sat quietly knowing that my husband was smart enough to have a will, so I didnt pay much attention to their raving and ranting, the law would take its course. His favourite brother walked in, how the meeting started without him is beyond me, but then again he was never one to be tied down to one place, he loves traveling, and he only returned home to bury his brother, and soon as this is over he will jet off again to God knows where. He is two years younger than my husband and two years older than me. He sat next to me and gave me a hug. He's the only one who genuinely worried about my wellbeing throughout this whole thing. His father, my father-in-law smiled when he saw him. Mcebo: "I thought this was supposed to be a family meeting." He said looking around him. Everyone went quiet when he walked in, as if they were hoping he wouldn't show up. Father-in-law: "Son, I'm glad you finally joined us, we were just discussing what needs to happen to your brother's assets. We have divided everything and dont worry you also get something." He chuckled and went on to tell him who gets what and what goes where. I could feel his jaw clench next to me. He was angry. Mcebo: "So you divided my brother's assets among yourselves and left nothing for his wife, what about his son? What does he get?" Father-in-law: "The family will take care of him, we've always taken care of each other, my grandson will not suffer while he has a family." Mcebo: "And his wife? Who takes care of her? My brother made sure his wife was taken care off, always, and now you want to take everything away from her, how selfish can you be?" There was mumbling, this was why they started the meeting before he showed up, they know how much he loved his brother and how they always fought for each other, they always had each others back, so this was expected. Father-in-law: "I'm glad you brought that up, we have spoken with the Dlamini's, you are going to marry uMakoti and take care of your brothers legacy and family." I felt the air leave my lungs, I knew they would be greedy for his assets but this was unexpected. I couldn't speak, my husband's grave is fresh and now I am being pawned off to another man, one I dont love, I care about him Yes but love, that's just a reach. And to think my family agreed to this. Dear Lord please give me strength. Oh before I forget, my name is Siphosethu Sisamkele Dlamini, Mrs Mazibuko. I am thirty years old, a widow and a single mother. This is my story.

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CHAPTER ONE

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CHAPTER TWO

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CHAPTER FOUR

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CHAPTER FIVE

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CHAPTER SIX

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CHAPTER SEVEN

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CHAPTER EIGHT

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CHAPTER NINE

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CHAPTER TEN

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