Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The Perfect Storm

After the whole wedding fiasco, the hubby blames ME for every damn thing. He blamed me for ruining the wedding, he blamed me for wasting his money, somehow, he managed to blame every single thing on me. 

It's been so hard to even talk to him, because every single thing, he gets angry. At this point, I really don't want to fight. I'm tired and sick to keep fighting. In his hardened heart, He cannot seem to forgive me (not that I asked for him to forgive me), but whenever he screws up, he expects me to just forgive him. 

The 2 months before he left to Nigeria, he was THE MOST DIFFICULT PERSON TO LIVE WITH. Every single thing I say, he gets so angry and shouts at me. He even got crazy angry just because I made a copy of the housekeys and left it in the car! I mean, how can I even stand him, I really don't know. 

That was just an example, I couldn't talk to him anything about the wedding without him shouting like a fucking brat. Until the moment we were at the airport to see him off, he still had to pick a fight. He was angry that we had to leave the house earlier and he shouted. Then he asked me to pass him some money and all I asked was, "What is it for? Do you need more?" and he started a whole shouting spree in the fucking airport. 

For 2 months, I tolerated all his fucking bullshit and mistreatment and verbal abuse. It's OK, when he does shit like this, but when I even raise my voice trying to make him understand, he wants to be shouting there like a moron. 

Just 1 week AFTER the wedding, he asked me how much money is left in my account, when I showed it to him, he started his verbal abuse and asked me where his money went. I keep track of all the expenses in my organizer which was in the car, and I told him 7-8 times that I cannot answer because I don't fucking know! All the expenses are in the book, in the car. 

I told him repeatedly and he kept getting angrier and angrier and kept demanding to know about the expenses until I shouted that, "The book is in the car!!!" and he started screaming "Why the hell am I screaming at him?" I really don't understand him anymore... 

And that moron just unleashed a whole barrage of verbal abuse and screams. Telling me that he will "Slap my stupid fucking face" and honestly, I would've killed him if he was actually worth it. 

I really wish that I don't love him so much. I really wish that I could get into another accident so I can forget about, what a great man he USED to be. I really wish that the Good Lord can forgive me if this marriage doesn't work out. I wish that all this wishful thinking about him, going back to normal would come true.

Despite all this, he doesn't seem to realise that he's the problem. He even have the audacity to tell me that, "The way he's behaving right now, is the way I caused him to behave." 

Instead of taking a good hard look at himself, he's there blaming me for all HIS shortcomings and mistakes. Right now, I really, really hate Nigerians. From their country, all they ever do is complain, and blame others. For crying out loud, look at yourselves. 

I took it all in, forgave him, without him even asking for forgiveness and he wants to blame me for everything? What kind of man is this? This is NOT the man I fell in love with. Through all this shit, I loved him. I don't know what he's going through, I don't understand what he's going through and all I know is to be patient and love him. 

As of today, my love is running very low, after 11 days of marriage, of the hell that he put me through, I'm ready to abandon ship because I cannot keep loving him for the next 3 years if he's going to put me through all of this. Which loving husband would do, what he did to his wife?

My sister asked me, "If you're gonna leave him, did you try to do everything in your power to make this marriage work?" I did. I tried. What did he do, besides putting the blame on me, shouting at me, verbally and emotionally abusing me and threatening to hit me? What else did he do? 

Now, I just keep quiet, not because I'm scared of him, I don't have the energy to fight. I'm at my weakest point in life with so many illness that needs to be cured and the last thing I need is another fight. Whenever we fight, he ALWAYS say, "It's YOUR fault, YOU always start a fight." 

If I'm alone in a fucking room, can I fight with myself? 

If you're alone at home, can you fight with yourself? 

I take 50% of the blame but he wants me to take 100% of the blame. 

I really don't know who is he anymore.

Right now, he's just somebody that I used to know. 

If you tell me to sit down and talk to him, it doesn't work. 

To stay with him, what for? There's not much love left. 

To leave, seems very appealing. 



Tuesday, November 18, 2014

My Great Big Shitty Wedding PART 3: THE RECEPTION

As we went back to the hotel after Mass, we had the tea ceremony. The tea ceremony went smoothly and then the hubby did the whole disappearing act again. He was around for most of the main events which required his presence, other than that, he was MIA ALL THE FUCKING TIME. 

Then, I had to get ready for the reception and I got so many calls requiring me to pause my make up just to rush down to handle issues. One of the issues were, his people (Nigerians) were trying to enter the ballroom and they were not invited. We wanted a small, intimate event for about 80 people and here they were, 6-7 cars full of uninvited guests demanding to enter. 

I had to call the hotel security and every single security guard on duty was rushed to the ballroom to prohibit these uninvited people from entering. 

And as expected, they were angry and started verbally abusing my family and guests. This is such an ugly part of Nigerians and they constituted nuisance on MY WEDDING DAY. 

Who the fuck gave them the right to be shouting at my family and friends? They are NOT INVITED and they had the audacity to shout and be stupid to everyone there? Here I was thinking China-Chinese was very rude, I really haven't met Nigerians. 

So, here I was running up and down, handling calls after calls of trouble. I'm just curious, how is this even possible with them? They have no dignity or self respect? 

The next incident was when, my family told them to sign the guestbook. They started a rampage of verbal abuse to deviate from the fact that they didn't know what is a guestbook. 

I think it's incredibly ignorant to accuse someone of not respecting your culture when you can't even respect other cultures. They were, at this point, shouting about racism, "In Nigeria", etc.... 

With all due respect, if you're going to say "In Nigeria, we do this, and this" then go back home to Nigeria. You don't have to be in MY country, shouting about how great YOUR country is because you really look so stupid. Oh, when they were shouting, my guests; my family, my colleagues, my boss and my friends were all there. 

Up to this point, I was already pretty pissed off. From last night, till this moment, I just wanted the hubby to feel the hurt that I went through. 

Then, as the evening rolled along, we sent those uninvited people off, and placed 2-3 guards at the entrance with a guest list. ALL THIS TIME, THE HUBBY WASN'T AROUND. 

At 7PM, we finally did the walk in and I lost all appetite and I had at least 4 bottles of MOET by myself. I didn't want to be in the hall because half the hall was all his guests and I was at the entrance, drinking my MOET and smoking. 

Then, as I was going in, some whore of a gf of some Nigerian guy came up to me with my table deco asking me to give it to her. I mean, it's so tasteless what they do! I had to tell her to leave my vase and flowers alone and her bf, was upset at me / ashamed of her, shouted to put that junk back. 

They want to talk about respect, but seriously, throughout the night, NOT A SINGLE RESPECT WAS GIVEN. 

I envisioned my wedding reception to be classy and intimate but what I got was messy, fights, anger, disappointments and NOT AT ALL WHAT I DREAMED OF. 

I just sat back and watched everything happened and I gave a speech. It started with "I don't know anyone here" (Pointed to the Nigerian side of the room) and whatever people that was left there, stood up to leave. The only remaining ones was 3 guys. 

To this point, I really could't take it, I hated them. I hated them for ruining my happiest day. I despised my husband for not being there. I hated him for leaving me to deal with all HIS rubbish. I hated the whole wedding for being pretentious and act as if we're happy. 

I hated everything. 

Then, I just didn't know what to do anymore, I got on the dancefloor and danced the whole night away, drinking more and more MOET, to the point that I was puking my guts out in the rubbish bin. 

After that, everything didn't feel as shitty anymore and the saying, "Alcohol cures everything" is true. I managed to turn the night around and I had fun. I danced with my family and friends, I had so much of fun and I'm really glad that I have my girls to back me up, no matter what I do. 

Yes, even when my wedding was compared to Kanye West, I think that my wedding was the TOP in the Worst Weddings Ever!

So, yea. 

Shit happens. 

Fuck this. 

P.S: I'm not trying to justify my behaviour, I am held accountable but when circumstances keep hitting you, you do not back down, you fight back. 


I can honestly say that I'm past that stage where it bothers me. 

My Great Big Shitty Wedding PART 2: THE DAY

8/11/2014 (SATURDAY) 

As I woke up, I had breakfast with my family while waited for the videographer/photographer/make up artist/ and got ready by showering and etc. 

Still no word from him. Part of me just died because "What if he didn't want this whole marriage thing?"  

I felt, as if, I was forcing him into something that he didn't want. Maybe that's why he acted out yesterday. Maybe he didn't want to get married. Maybe he didn't love me. Maybe he found someone else in Nigeria? I was going crazy and it's impossible to list every single thing that was going through my head. 

To make things worse, I HAD to pretend that I was excited, that I'm the bride and watching everyone prepare themselves and prepare me for MY day. 

I didn't want anyone to even know about the crazy thoughts that was in my head. I was terrified, upset and my emotions wasn't intact. 

I've always pride myself on knowing all the psychological theories and formulas and how to handle emotions but everything, just went out the window. I felt scared, lost, angry, etc. 

By 1PM, I was ready to go to church, but the driver wasn't here, The hubby wasn't answering his phone and guests are already in the church. When I got them to look for the hubby, none of them saw him. At this point, I was already losing my marbles. "What if he doesn't show up?"

The driver finally arrived at 1:20PM. Mass starts at 1:30PM.... I was furious to the point of shouting at him. I was so sick on my way to the church. The hubby is still not answering calls or whatsoever. No one saw him in church. 

I finally arrived in church at 2PM. I was fucking late for my own wedding and it wasn't even my fault. I just grabbed Eunice into the prayer room to pray. At this point, I don't know if I can do it by myself. I'm a lost lamb. I really need God to be my shepherd and grant me peace. 

The church wedding was absolutely beautiful and I loved every second of it. I vividly remember that I was peaceful, certain and God was there to calm me down. 

Once the church wedding was over, that's when all hell breaks lose. 

My Great Big Shitty Wedding PART 1: THE DAY BEFORE

Let me start from the day before the wedding. 

7/11/2014 (FRIDAY) 
I checked into the hotel, went to shape my brows and thread my upper lips while the hubby was running around getting his last minute things done. 

I went back to the hotel to soak myself in the tub, had dinner with my family and aunty and went back to the hotel at 8PM-ish to do some deco. 

Got a call from the hubby said that he got into an accident at the other side of the hotel. 

Sent my mom and sister to see what happened and they just saw some minor scratches on the bumper but the hubby started shouting there like a mad animal. 

He started shouting at my mom and sister and just at everyone. Then, sped MY car away. 

My mom and sister came back to the hall and they were upset. 

I called him begging him to come back and he started shouting at me.

30 mins after that, I got a call from his sister in Nigeria saying that he got into ANOTHER FUCKING accident. 

He refused to answer my calls, I didn't know what happened. I don't know how is he. And in all the desperation an helplessness, I cried. I cried and cried myself till I slept. 

At this point, I don't even know if there's still gonna be a wedding the next day. 

He didn't bothered calling, apologising or convinced me that he still wants to get marry. 

He came into the hotel room at 2-3AM ish and slept. By 7AM-ish, he was gone. 

I feel like I didn't have control over the day because whether he shows up or not, the make up artists will be here, the photographers/videographers will be here. All the guests will be here. 

I'm so confused and worried that everything won't be going according to plan but it wasn't everything, it was him. 

He was the glitch in this otherwise, perfect day. 

Part of me, felt that this wasn't the right thing to do. I missed the certainty that I was marrying the right person. But there's nothing like that. Just a lot of confusion, anger, sadness, disappointment that a stupidly simply "SORRY" cannot fix. 

Since my aunties were there, and they didn't know the hubby, they naturally assumed that he's a douchebag for shouting at my mom and sister. Then, they came up to me asking me questions like, "Are you sure you want to marry him?" "Is he always like that?" "You better be careful with him, he might hit you!" "He's so rude and disrespectful to shout at your mom like that!" 

So, tell me what do I do? I feel like I'm forced to get marry to someone I don't know anymore. Somebody that I used to know. 

Saturday, October 25, 2014

Pre Wedding Thoughts

When we first decided to get marry, and when we started shopping for bridal shops, there was still 9 months. Then, it became 6 months, then, all of the sudden, it was 26 days and now it's 14 days / 2 weeks / 13 sleeps before I'm officially a Mrs. before God and men. 

On one hand, I'm so excited and ecstatic and on the other hand, I'm scared as fuck. Scared that time passes by so quickly and for 9 months, I've been a zombie!!! I don't know what has been going on and I'm just trying to juggle, taking care of my health, planning the wedding and being Lecturer of The Year. 


Being a "mommy" to so many kids (my students) it made me feel motherly and I want my own kid. I never wanted kids and I'm absolutely terrified of babies and I still think that animals are waaay cuter than babies and this unexplainable feeling of being a mother is so new and weird. 


I don't know how to handle this feeling. I really want a baby so badly and I'm terrified that I'm going to be a horrible mom. SHIT! I just want to get rid of these load in my heart. 


On a happier note, all the reservations of getting married, all the cold feet, all the questions about if, he's the right guy has left my mind. What is on my mind right now is, he's the man I want to marry, grow old and have babies with. He's the one I want to start a little family with. 


How? I feel peaceful and calm and the 1.5 months apart really put things into perspective. 


1) I know for sure that I'm OK being alone and I'm not marrying him because I'm afraid of loneliness. 


2) I'm able to focus on my job and I'm not hung up on him. I can be independent as well as be with him. 


3) I trust him. Being 10,000 miles away from each other, 2 different continents, my day is his night, and I trust him. ENOUGH SAID. 


4) I miss him and I yearn for his hugs, kisses and touch. 


5) I love him. My heart skips a beat whenever I receive a call /SMS/ Whatsapp from him and the highlight of my day is still when we Skype. 


If I still have reservations about marrying him, I cannot bring myself to walk down that aisle. But, I don't and I cannot wait to marry him, be his wife and start a family. 


OK, I think that's all the issues in my heart now. 

Thursday, October 23, 2014

Wedding Cake Topper



So, I just bought this Yes To The Rose Cake Topper from Wedding Karren Malaysia and it was absolutely lovely!!! 

The Hubby loved this because he always gave me roses and my fav flowers are beautiful roses as well! Hence, we felt this topper represented us!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Red and Pink

It was my birthday on the 8th of October and I felt pretty shitty because, this is the first year that The Hubby isn't around to celebrate with me. He always made me feel special like my first birthday party, short trips and I don't even know how to celebrate my birthday on my own after 4 years. 

Some friends don't even understand what I'm going through and well, I don't expect them to understand. It's really hard when The Hubby isn't around.  The worst part, my health has been deteriorating since The Hubby left. 

Tony Roma's bought me a birthday dinner and walked around in Pyramid and when I got home, I saw this huge red and pink bouquet on the table. And my dad was like, "Oh, that's yours" and I was so surprised!!!!

The Hubby doesn't even know his own address and I don't even know how he remembers my address to send the flowers to me. 

Anyways, it really made my day and I love you endlessly too, my love! 







Tuesday, October 21, 2014

ENYA MAREINE- Actual Day Gown Selection



This was the first dress I tried on and I loved the length where it's comfy enough to dance, but what I didn't like about it was the slightly off shoulder/boat neckline that doesn't seem to flatter me but instead draw attention to my fat arms and the lace panelled back where you can see my "fei chee yuk" (pork fats) 


This was the second gown and it's pretty but half of my boobs are out! You can see 50% of my breasts and 75% of my longkang.




This dress is pretty but I need to cover up for the church and this dress is quite sexy and I kinda love the fairytale train and ball gown! And I need to see how it fits after alterations.... Sigh. Still no perfect dress. 



I'm not a fan of mermaid cut dresses just because I don't have a mermaid figure. I have a lot of awkward curves and random edges. I haven't decided if I'm daring enough to wear such a sexy and curvaceous dress!


I look like Beauty & The Beast that went wrong! I hated everything about this dress! From the color to the design!


I cringed at the color at first but the fit was absolutely perfect! I may not even wear a white dress and choose this gown instead! It's not too revealing but the color is very Indian. I'm not being racist but yea. Even though everyone said that it looked gorgeous on me..


This dress is just OK. Nothing to shout about and no WOW factor. It's just a simple dress I would wear to a product launch or black tie event.


I didn't like this dress because the color was simply terrible! The design looks unique but I still love something classy and clean.



This dress really put the glamour and drama that I expect with its clean lines and the fit was absolutely perfect, like it was made for me. It was demure and sexy at the same time and it was perfect! It even suited the purple/lilac theme of the wedding!

You've seen the pictures, Now, tell me your choices and I will pick it for the church ceremony and the dinner reception.

Monday, September 22, 2014

Pre-Wedding Pictures!!!

Last 2 weeks, we went back to Enya Mareine to choose and collect our pre wedding shoot pictures. 

Before that, let me ask you a question, Imagine you have paid 6K to hire a photographer to capture your pre wedding pictures and you spent another 500RM to fly to Johor and etc and pose the whole day and when you expect to collect your pictures, the photographer tell you that 25 images are free, subsequent images are charged at 150RM PER FUCKING IMAGE! Bear in mind, that you have about 120 images with them. How would you react? 

Well, that's what exactly that happened to us with Enya Mareine. They refused to give us the images, softcopy or whatsoever. They told us that we should buy our own images at 150RM /IMAGE totaling to RM15,000. Words cannot express our disappointment with them. You can see how I loved their services from DAY 1. 

They NEVER mentioned it to us about the extra charges and which person has 15000RM to spend on photos just like that? Its equivalent to $5000!!! We really felt that we were ripped off, and taken for a ride. It's dishonesty at its worst! 

Anyways, the hubby was really upset and demanded for the softcopy and they gave us  some lower quality ones. The 25 images were 5616 X 3744 and the ones they gave us 2246 X 1498, see the difference?

I'm greatly disappointed with such dishonesty and I'm contemplating to cancel my actual day photography with Enya Mareine. What I'm angry was, that, they caused me and my husband to have a huge fight on our most happiest time. I really do not appreciate that they surprise us this way and caused a rift in our relationship after I had recommended at least 4 sign ups to Enya Mareine. 


Here's some pictures that we wanted to share.