It was a weekend, I was home alone as Miriam had gone for her therapy session with the therapist Liam had set her up with.
Today was the day Aminu and I both agreed that I would come over to his place and meet his mother. I was feeling nervous because I didn't know if she was going to like me or not. I'm not the type of girl you would term a wife material, because according to the popular Nigerian standard, a typical wife material is a girl who is calm, gentle, dresses to cover up her body from head to toe, doesn't talk when her man is talking, obeys every of his command, willing to take shit from her man and when he does cheat on her,she doesn't blame him for it rather she goes on her knees and prays for him to change.
