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Written By Mrs. Twin-brother
My husband is a twin. The other twin is female. They were really close. Still are. Have always been. I knew this when we were dating, and I remember thinking back then how sweet that was. Oh foolish, stupid me!
I bet you’re wondering what my problem is, abi?
I appreciate that my husband is a twin. I mean, the two of them have probably got each other’s back since birth, slaying dragons and stuff together. So no ish. They have every right to be close. But the day I said ‘I do’ to Mr twin brother (my husband), I expect that I should automatically become the closest person to him, share his most intimate thoughts, and conquer the world together. Is that too much to ask?
Oh, did I mention that madam twin sister is also married? Oh yea! I bet her husband is also rolling his eyes in his closet, just like me. Poor dude must have thought that me coming into the picture will make the situation less annoying. Yinmu.
I should probably hangout with him regularly, so that we can share our woes over drinks. Shebi we are kuku in the same situation. Problem shared…
In case you’re thinking my problem is not a big one, it’s like being married to 2 different people (except that one is a female, who doesn’t know how to draw her eyebrows!). My husband keeps nothing from his sister. Nothing. So madam twin sister knows all d tiny little details of my marriage, and she sure has an opinion on EVERYTHING! Arrrrggghhh!
It’s only a matter of time before she starts telling me what sex position I should take with my husband. The more annoying part of this whole thing is, my husband doesn’t see what the big deal is. He’s always so quick to jump to her defence. “She’s just looking out for us o.” Abegi! Who send her message?
2016 just started, and there’s an ongoing 21 days fasting and prayer in my church. Her matter don enter my prayer points. Let there be a divine transfer in her working place – that will take her away to a far place from here. I need some breathing space!
My name is Mrs twin-brother, and this is my story.
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