LifeBinary

When I asked for a divorce, my wife didn’t argue.
She didn’t beg.
She just left.

She flew to Nigeria and abandoned our five children with me.

I became father and mother overnight.
School runs. Night cries. Endless stress.

Her family ignored my calls.
Only my sister stood by me.

Some days I’m angry.
Some days I miss her.
Every day the children ask, “Where is mummy?”

Now I’m preparing to travel and face her with one question:

Did she leave the marriage…
or did she leave her children too?

I wasn’t ready to be a dad, but I stayed and tried to support her.

Then at the hospital, her father named my child without my consent.

My name wasn’t included.
My voice didn’t matter.

They called it tradition.
I called it disrespect.

I reacted out of pain and walked away.

Four months later, I still haven’t seen my son.

Now I’m left with one question:
Was this about culture…
or about pushing me out?

Am I overreacting
or was that the moment everything broke?

I just got accepted into MIT.
My dream school.

Instead of celebrating with me, my boyfriend told me not to go.
He said I should attend his college so we won’t have to do long distance.

Then he said something that broke my heart:
“Choosing MIT means you’re choosing yourself over me.”

Now I’m confused.
I love him.
But this dream existed long before him.

Am I selfish for following my dream…
or foolish if I give it up?