Parents be warned, never be too busy for your kids!

in #life7 years ago

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Warning ,warning, warning, no matter how busy u are please have time for your family. A word is enough for a wise. You all need to read this 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I got married at the age of 24 years to my husband who was a medical practitioner just like me. We both focused on our carreers. We were both successful in all we did but not in the parenting of our own flesh and blood.

We had two children, Kunle as the first and Tola the second. Kunle was a very inquisitive boy and asked questions on everything. He even had a nick name "the examiner". His father and I got tired of his questions that we started locking up the door to our bedroom once we came back from work.

By the time Kunle was four years old, he was much more intelligent than his colleagues and he was so lively, you would never have a dull moment with him. He loved his sister so much and we were always proud of him. His father and I were so sure Kunle was also going to become a medical doctor just like we were.

We loved our children so much and had plans to give then the best of everything although we were always busy and were not always at home because of the nature of our jobs. We then hired a nanny and we also had one of my brothers in-law with us.

On day, I came back from work very tired and my son ran into my room with me and asked,
"Why do you always close your door every time you and daddy are in the room?"

"Do you like kissing my daddy?"

"Why don't you kiss me too?"

I got so upset with him that I beat him severely and reported him to his teacher the next day. We believed some of his friends were already exposed and had watched bad movies at home. By the end of that term, we withdrew Kunle and Tola from the school.

We did not allow him and his sister watch the television at home and stopped them from visiting their friends and neighbours. We did all this to protect our children's morality. Little did we know that it was all happening right under our roof.

Some two years later, I got home unusually early to pick up a document. I noticed the door was not shut and everywhere was quiet. I sneaked in to give my children a playful surprise when I realised that their uncle and nanny were in the sitting along with my children watching pornography. I hate remembering that day. Not only were they watching pornography, but they were all naked, practicing what they were watching.

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I drove out the nanny and my brother in-law but the seed was already planted. When I was crying, my six-year-old son came to me and said: 'Mummy why are you crying, uncle and aunty are only showing us how to be just like mummy and daddy. I was shocked. I never even knew that this had been going on for over two years and my children had be indoctrinated into this messy life style at their tender ages.

We never realized the impact this had had on their lives until we caught both of them having sexual intercourse on uncountable occasions. Tola and Kunle did not only continue with this but became obsessed with each other.

Their father and I kept this as our "little secret" as we were well-known in our town. We tried correcting them in love with tears streaming down our faces when we caught them in the act. They promised us they were going to change. We had done two abortions for our daughter, since we could not face the stigma of incest.

On a fateful day, Tola walked up to her father and I and told us she was pregnant for Kunle again. Her father insisted on an abortion as usual but this time we lost our twenty year old daughter in the process. Kunle on learning Tola had died never spoke to neither his father nor I again. He eventually left home.

Three months after he left home, we received a call from a hospital telling us our son was in a terrible state in their ICU. When we got there, Kunle was lying unconscious. He had poisoned himself.

Finally, he got conscious and we were so happy, he looked at us as we sat by he bedside and told us how much he hated us for killing his sister. We pleaded with him and apologized.
We got to the hospital the next day to see his corpse, he had suffocated himself by removing his oxygen mask.

I am now 74 years old and a widow, my husband could not forgive himself and died of depression three years ago. I regret my years of ignorance everyday. I wish I could start afresh.

I have never opened up my family "little secret" up till today. I don't know if my story can help to other parents, I am tired of carrying this burden without telling a soul.

I am happy I finally surmounted the courage to open up to someone today. Oh, my life is a great mess. I hope this nevr happens to anyone. Looking back, I realise that If I had been more involved in my children's upbringing I would have avoided all this trouble. Now I am just full of regret and do not think I will ever forgive myself.

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Everyone will realize the wrong they have done in life, and wish they did difference in life. That's why the bibel says "Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." I'm just 19, and I do count my days til I will be dead. I have lived around 6900 days of 25 500 days. It's important to know that when you die, your time is up. Because in the end time, you will wish you could do more and help people. When you see how much time you have left, it will motivate you to do more.

Sorry to hear your story.

My bestfriend is 18, he lost he's brother, and he's dad left him. So did the other brother. He's been depressed and think about suicide all the time. I make sure to take good care of him, but it's hard. It feels like he has Bipolar. Because he sometimes turn into a evil guy, what is the opsett of him when he's abit more okey.

People need to realize that time and begin kind is the most important values we have on earth.

very true there. life is so precious and we need to appreciate it. Hope it goes well for your friend!

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