MY LAWYER AND ME

Leaving is hard...

' Has a medical follow up always been this exhausting? ' I asked myself as I lay on my back, my legs lifted high for a transvaginal ultrasound examination at my gynos consulting work space. Pain gripped me as the transducer was inserted inside me. I winced, but the pain wasn't comparable to the hurt I felt from losing that Foetus. Dr Isolde Jacob was known for her absolute focus during an exam, so I expected no conversation until she was done. In a few seconds the nurse handed me a paper towel to Clean up.

"You've healed well," commented Dr Isolde, as I came to sit before her, straightening my outfit. " In no time," she continued, " Clarissa would have another sibling," she smiled. I smiled back. It had been 5 months since I was hospitalized, so it was still all fresh.

"Any scars?" I asked trying to make small talk.

"Not really," Dr Isolde assured me. " I know that look. Yes it was a rupture due to the trauma you received to your abdomen but the scars are healing and in no time, they will completely fade. Subsequently any pregnancy would be holistically monitored for you and the baby's well being." She smiled. I nodded curtly as I glanced at my phone bin my hand vibrating from the 15th call that had come in today from a particular hidden caller. I huffed cause I knew it was Simeon.

In the last 5 months he had called countless times, earlier with his real numbers. Subsequently, he had resulted to calling me with a hidden number. He had even called the home phone so many time that my Dad had to ask the network providers to block his calls. It didn't do me any good because deep down a part of me buried deep felt I was maybe over reacting. Then just as that feeling came it was washed by the resolution which stood rooted deeper than the obnoxious attachment I had to Simeon.

"Effua, Effua!" I heard Dr Isolde calling. It seemed my mind had travelled real far in seconds. It had become a routine with me running thoughts through my head lately. Dr Isolde had cautioned me to exercise abusy schedule so that I would occupy my thoughts. So I had began visiting the gym again for the first time since I married as well as driving to the mall with Clarissa and mum. I had not gotten in touch with any of my friends yet. The only two I had, and not like they were my kind of people rather they we're wives to Simeon's shallow minded friends, had cut off from me when I asked them not to ever ask me back to Simeon again. It had been embarrassing to them. However I felt the deserved it. Two timing bitches that never gave me any useful impacts.

"Yes Doc," I responded to her. " Sorry, I wasn't listening."

" I said what are your plans now. I mean I have become more than just your gynocologist to you. I have become like an elder sister. I have known you right after your 21st birthday and I have always advised you to the best of my abilities. I know it might not be time to say this but I asked God for guidance before I decided to do this. Effua, I never saw Simeon as the best for you. However, every one has their spousal choices. It's time for you to overlook it all and fix yourself for you and baby Clarisse. Life hasn't got a duplicate. You have to heal. The trauma and surgery you went through was one that could have cost you your womb or worse your life. There is no simple way to say this. You can not go back to Simeon. I have read the gossips about you both on the media. Inspite of all that negative attraction, pick yourself up and move on. You are alive, so gather up alright. " She concluded.

I heard her and smiled. These days I didn't have the courage to speak. It was like words were now sparsely produced in mouth. I gathered myself to leave the office and Dr Isolde encouragede with a hug.

When I reached the car, ( It was one of dad's cars. I had left Simeon's house with nothing. The police had only gone to retrieve my important documents and credentials when I had informed my parents that my mind was made up and I was not returning to the marriage.) I cried. I cried because the thought that I had narrowly escaped the jaws of death and almost rendered my baby girl motherless through the hands of my own love was gripping. I cried because I missed Simeon. I felt alone. I felt I had ruinned my life. But I knew what was needed to be done. I had received many references from dad about renowned lawyers that he felt could help me with a divorce. That was the problem, I wasn't ready for it. My mind still believed I was rushing things. So when dad saw I wasn't responding as he wanted he had mellowed down on suggesting lawyers and had asked me to make up my mind.

When I was done crying, I reached for my purse and picked out a card from the purse, which had been given to me by Mrs Williams in church ( I had began attending the church my parents went to since I moved back in with them) the other cards were in another purse but I had particularly taken interest in this law firm because Mrs Williams encouraged me that her Nephew Tayo was a lawyer that specialized in divorce cases within the country and abroad. On the card was written boldly .' ONILAMO LAW FIRM' then inscribed in bold italics I saw 'Barrister Tayo Onilamo .' with a number to call. I called the number and it went straight to voicemail. A machine operated voice asked me to leave a message. So I disconnected the call since I presumed he had not yet returned to the country from his vacation.

As I drove back home, I decided to focus on the task ahead. Yes leaving was imminent and the right choice to make at this point in our marriage. ' But leaving is hard' I said to myself and drove back home listening to music.