Oyin and Kunle's marriage had been strained for months. The lack of a child had put a significant strain on their relationship, and the tension between them was palpable.
Kunle, who had always wanted to be a father, was growing increasingly frustrated with Oyin's inability to conceive. He would often make snide comments about her barrenness, leaving Oyin feeling hurt and ashamed.
Oyin, on the other hand, was feeling the weight of her own failure. She had always dreamed of being a mother, and the fact that she couldn't conceive was a constant reminder of her inadequacy.
As the months went by, the silence between them grew thicker. They would go days without speaking, the only sound in their home the ticking of the clock.
Oyin tried to reach out to Kunle, to talk to him about their problems and find a way to resolve them. But he just pushed her away, telling her that she was the one who was broken, not him.
The lack of a child had become a wedge between them, driving them further and further apart. Oyin felt like she was losing herself in the process, like she was disappearing into the silence of her womb.
One day, Kunle came home from work and found Oyin crying in the kitchen. He looked at her with a mixture of anger and disgust, and Oyin felt a chill run down her spine.
"What's wrong now?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Oyin looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "I just feel so alone," she said, her voice shaking. "I feel like I'm not good enough for you, like I'm not worthy of being a mother."
Kunle snorted, rolling his eyes. "You're not worthy of being a mother?" he repeated. "You're the one who's barren, Oyin. You're the one who's broken."
Oyin felt a stab of pain at his words, and she knew that she had to get out of there before things escalated further. She got up and walked away, leaving Kunle standing alone in the kitchen.
As she walked, Oyin felt a sense of despair wash over her. She knew that she couldn't keep living like this, trapped in a loveless marriage with a man who didn't appreciate her. She knew that she had to find a way out, no matter how difficult it might seem.
But for now, Oyin was stuck in this prison of her own making. She was trapped in a marriage that was slowly suffocating her, and she didn't know how to escape.
As she lay in bed that night, Oyin felt a sense of hopelessness wash over her. She knew that she had to find a way out of this marriage, but she didn't know where to start.
All she could do was lie there, trapped in her own private hell, and wonder what the future held. Would she ever find happiness again, or was she doomed to spend the rest of her life trapped in this loveless marriage? Only time would tell.