BEDROOM SECRETS

I have never seen a woman call her son so many times in a day. She can never replace me as his wife. I am completely loved by my husband Dimabo Pepple. I raised him from scratch and not even then sixty five year old woman would tear us apart. Dimabo and I have come a long way. I met him in college. He was my heart rob and I meant totally everything to him and I still do, we have two beautiful twin daughters together, Priscilla and Vanessa who are both eleven years old. We got married at twenty three and had our girls at twenty five. We have not had any children after them. It was a decision we chose to make. Mrs. Pepple Snr had a problem with that after the twins turned six.


“ So what’s up with you having more kids?” she asked as we prepared thanksgiving dinner in the kitchen. I hate revealing information about the private conversations I have with Dimabo in the bedroom. If she wanted that kind of information, she could get it from her son and not me. I did not respond. I knew that it would make her mad but I really didn’t care.

“ I believe that I just asked you a question” she repeated with some anger in her tone as I predicted.

“ Oh am sorry I was not really paying attention, what did you say?” I asked her. I could tell that she knew I was lying but I did not care. Mrs Pepple Snr really does get on my nerves sometimes. She thinks that she can just boss anyone around.

“When am I having my next grandchild?” she repeated slowly and firmly.

“I don’t know” I replied.

“What do you mean by you don’t know, are you impotent or something?” she asked me. I angrily dropped the spoon I was using to mix the food into the sink beside me,

‘I refuse to answer that question” I told her.

“Well for the last couple of years, I have only had Priscilla and Vanessa as my grand daughter but I need other grandkids” she said realizing that she had made me really angry.

“Well they are your grandkids and please let us leave it at that” I told her.

‘Are you on contraception?” she asked me. I could tell she was grinning on the inside.

“Mrs. Pepple, please, let’s leave that out”

“I am a woman just like you, I am just asking”

“That’s the private aspect of my life” I retorted

“Nothing about you is private; you are my son’s wife.”

“I am married to your son, he is my husband and I am his wife and our life together is our business.” I retorted again, the tone in my voice was beginning to get unfriendly. How can this old woman start asking me about my sexual life, it’s none of her business?

“ You will be surprised the things I know about your so called private life” Mrs. Pepple Snr replied. I looked at her for a split second, what did she mean by that? Was Dimabo telling our bedroom secrets to his mom?

“Excuse me, what do you mean by the things you know?”

“ I know a lot of stuff my dear, if I told you ,you would be very surprised.” She responded confidently. I was fuming inside.

“So what did he tell you, that our sex is good , that I ……” and I got cut short by Mrs. Pepple

“Don’t try to tell me stuff that I already know, its not a very good idea.” She told me grinning wickedly. I couldn’t take it anymore. I walked out of the kitchen and as I walked away I heard her burst into laughter.

Thomas was sitting in the family room reading the newspaper. I I walked up to him.

“Hey” he said as he took his head up from the paper.

“We need to talk” I told him.

“What’s going on?” he said and put the newspaper down, he did not like the sound of my voice.

‘What did you tell your mother about our sex life?” I asked him. He knew I was upset.

“What do you mean by that kind of statement?” he asked me sternly.

“I mean, what did you tell her about the sex we have upstairs and everywhere else in this building?”

“Nadine, are you out of your mind, what kind of outrageous statement is that?”

“ I am not out of my mind, your mom just told me that you told her about our sex life and I don’t think that is very necessary and that’s our private life.”

“Nadine, what kind of ridiculous talk is this, why would I tell my mom about our sex life and why are you talking to me like that?” Dimabo was getting very upset, I never talk to him like that, we argue like civilized people but at the rate at which I am going I believe that this shouting match is not going to stop anytime soon.

“Thomas, I should be asking you that question?”

“I told her nothing”

“How would you feel if I called your best friend and told him about our sex life?”

“I told you I never told her anything”

“So you are telling me right now that she is lying?”

“Most definitely, where is she?” he asked me standing up.

“In the kitchen” I responded and just then his mother came out smiling.

“Mom, what is the meaning of what you said?” Thomas asked his mom, he had become very angry and the look on his face made his mom burst into laughter. Thomas stared at her wondering what in the world was so funny about his question that warranted her laughter.

“Your wife is too gullible for my liking” she remarked still laughing and I glared at her. What did she mean by that statement? All of a sudden I looked stupid, she was probably joking and I took it too seriously.

“What is this about mom?” he asked.

“I told her that I know your bedroom secrets” his mom told him winking mischievously at him and smiling.

“She said you told her our bedroom secrets” I told him.

Thomas looked at both of us in disgust and went upstairs.

For a week, Thomas did not speak to me. All because of his mom. That was the worst thanksgiving week ever.