Adeyinka Janet’s Reality

Happy birthday to Me🙈 Adeyinka Janet
Igba Iranwo ti de! THANK YOU JESUS!🙇🏻‍♀️🥹🙏🏻

I CRIED THIS MORNING😭😭😭😭 Tears Of Joy from the depth of my heart! My soul rejoices. Finally!!!!!!

TRIPLETS😭😭😭😭😭This is such a beautiful News to Start the Month 💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻 THANK YOU LORD! 3 BOY🥹🥹🥹🥹

I personally have prayed for this day😭😭😭😭 especially because of multiple online dragging on Adedimpe, THANK YOU LORD

Congratulations to Lateef Adedimeji and Adebimpe Oyebade Adedimeji.

THANK YOU LORD!!!!🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

So This Is What 20k Followers Feels Like🙈
Thank you all my darlings🥰 Adeyinka Janet

Veekee James with the response 🙌🏻 she no Dey disappoint😂😂😂😂 This one sweet me abeg😂😂😂😂 na vawulence morning be this😂😂😂😂

As una wan dey like monitoring spirit in flesh, una mind no go touch ground😏

Una pressure am when she never marry, una drag am on her wedding day, dragging pro max in 1 month of wedding when say “she never still catch belle?” all these continued. She got pregnant now, you still wan dey dictate when she go born, zukwanike🤷🏻‍♀️ Abeg make una rest and try pay attention to your lives small….

Can we normalize waiting till people announce things to us and stop insinuating and asking dumb questions🤦🏻‍♀️ Oro yin ti su mi

I don’t know if I’m even allowed to feel the way I feel as a man but I have been carrying something for too long and it is starting to break me from inside. I saw the way you speak for people and I told myself maybe you will understand me even if the world does not.

I am 34 years old, a building contractor, I have my own house, I have a wife, I have two children, from outside people will say this man is doing well for himself but inside me there is a small boy that never grew up, a boy that is still afraid, still confused, still ashamed of something he did not even understand.

When I was 8 years old my father’s stepsister came to live with us, she was around 21 or 22 then, everybody trusted her because she was family, she was the one taking care of us when my parents were not around, she was the one bathing us, feeding us, correcting us, nobody would ever think anything bad of her.

I used to like her at first because she would buy me things and call me her favorite but slowly things started changing in a way my young mind could not explain, she started making me do things that made me uncomfortable, things I did not understand, she would threaten me and tell me not to tell anyone or something bad would happen, she would say nobody would believe me because I was a boy and she was the adult, and I believed her because I was just a child.

This went on for years, not once, not twice, it became something I started dreading every day but I could not run, I could not speak, I could not even cry loudly because I didn’t know how to explain what was happening. Sometimes after everything I would go and sit behind the house and look at my hands like they were no longer mine, like something had been taken from me that I could never get back.

I started avoiding people, I became quiet, I stopped playing with other children, I would flinch when anyone tried to touch me, even normal touch felt wrong to me, I started feeling like I was not normal, like something inside me had been damaged.

I never told my parents till today, they are still alive and they don’t know anything, they still greet that woman with respect whenever her name comes up, and the painful part is that woman is now a grandmother, people celebrate her, they call her a good woman, and I just keep quiet like nothing happened because I don’t even know how to speak without breaking everything.

As I grew older it affected me in ways I didn’t understand, in secondary school my mates were chasing girls but I avoided them, not because I didn’t feel anything but because I was scared of closeness, I didn’t trust myself, I didn’t trust people, anytime a girl tried to get close to me I would push her away without even knowing why, I convinced myself that relationships were not for me.

I focused on work instead, I learned building, I started earning small money from site work, by 23 I was already handling small contracts, by 27 I had built my own house in Ogun State, people started respecting me, calling me responsible, calling me a real man, but inside I still felt incomplete.

I never had a girlfriend in my life, not one, until my parents started pressuring me that it was time to marry, they said I had money, I had a house, what else was I waiting for, they didn’t know that what I was waiting for was something I didn’t even understand myself.

I met my wife through family introduction, she is a nurse, calm woman, respectful, I won’t lie I don’t know if what I feel is love but I feel something strong for her, something like responsibility, like I must not fail her, we got married, we have two children now and I provide everything.

I don’t allow her to contribute to feeding or bills because in my head that is what makes me a man, maybe I am overcompensating, I don’t know, but I feel like if I don’t do everything then I am not enough. The problem now is my home does not feel like a home to me, her family is always there, her mother travels from another state and stays for weeks

her siblings come in and out like it is their house, one of her brothers that just finished service has practically moved in, no job, no plan, just there controlling things, arguing over little things like TV remote, food, space, sometimes I will say let us cook rice and before I come back they have changed it because they want something else, small things but it keeps happening every day, there is always noise

always tension, always one argument or the other. I have gotten to the point where I sometimes close from work and sit in my car for hours because I don’t want to go inside my own house, imagine a man afraid to enter the house he built with his own sweat, I feel disrespected, I feel invisible, but I don’t know how to speak because every time I try it turns into another issue, my wife says I am overreacting, that it is family,

that they mean well, but I am tired. Sometimes when the house is noisy and everybody is talking at once, something happens to me, I feel like that small boy again, trapped, unable to speak, unable to breathe properly, like my voice has been taken away, and I just keep quiet or walk away.

I have never told my wife about my childhood, I have never told anybody, you are the first person I am saying all these to, even typing this my hands are shaking because I don’t know if I am making sense. I am trying to be a good man, a good husband, a good father, but I am tired of carrying everything alone, I am tired of pretending I am okay

I am tired of feeling like my pain does not count because I am a man. Sometimes I look at my children and I promise myself they will never grow up with fear the way I did, but how do I give them peace when I don’t even have it myself.

I don’t want to lose my home, I don’t want to become an angry man, I don’t want to break, but I can feel something inside me stretching to its limit. Please ma, I don’t even know what kind of help I need, I just needed someone to hear me, because for years nobody has.

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Hmmmmmm, Sir I am deeply sorry for the abuse on different levels, especially all that you went through in childhood please be comforted.

However, non of these is your fault…. The issues you explained are 3 different issues that require a “one-by-one approach” I hope that the people in the comments section will help us to explain further.

Meanwhile, I had to put some spacing in his message so that people can read it clearly, coz he wrote everything all together without paragraphs.

I am Adeyinka Janet Adeyinka Janet’s Reality I believe that your story deserves to be heard.