One of the things we don’t notice very much, is the degree to which hardships de-sensitise us.

Something difficult happens to you, and you’re already thinking of the way forward. Never pausing for a moment to breathe, and take in the gravity of what has happened. Because when has crying and feeling deeply ever helped you?

So I watched the much raved about “Seven Doors” movie on Netflix last night. Then, Chioma Chukwuka and her movie husband were fighting and crying because he’d only ever been with her – something she was very proud of. Probably the thing she loved most about him.

Now, as king, she had to share him with six other women as wives.

Earlier-this-year me would have understood. Perhaps even felt her anger and frustrations. But to my surprise, I was just watching their crying as a childish display. In my head, I was like, “At least he’s doing it officially and as a requirement. He doesn’t want it as much as you don’t. Why una dey cry?”

To me, they just had to do what needed to be done. Of course, it was going to be difficult in reality, but with a bit of toning down their emotions, it was doable.

You guys!

Do you even know why this was shocking? 😲😲😳

Even to me!

This is a far removed version of myself. I don’t even recognise the person that had these thoughts. They shocked me.

I’m a certified lover girl. The don’t- f3ck-with-my-man type. Yet, here I was, proposing that a woman should dry her tears and squarely face the harsh reality of having to share her one true love with six other women.

Life really comes at you hard and fast.

This year alone, I’ve transitioned so much in my life that sometimes, I wonder how I did it all without becoming a bitter twisted person – until moments like this.

PS: I’ve attached this tweet as reference for my POV.