This is the second in the Anon Series. Thanks for your comments to the previous post – when secrets get in the way of love.
This is TJ’s story;

My mother in law is one of the society women in Abuja, open any one of the tabloids papers and you’ll see her face there. She’s always dressed to impress, mis matching her fendis with her guccis, worse still pairing the from head to toe – I hate to say it, but she’s got the chav look on lock.
Please don’t think me disrespectful of my Mil! I actually love her to bits, we have a love hate relationship – i love her but she hates me.
The moment her daughter announced our engagement her facade of niceness changed and she was as sour as a lime. I have to say at this point, what really riled her was the fact that at the time I proposed to her daughter, I was between jobs and my previous job was a plumber. When I was employed I wasn’t doing too badly, the money was good and I was connected to a network of other builders so there was a steady flow of work, but then I was nowhere near my mother in law’s standards for her daughter.
I have to say what also made matters worse was that even though my MIL was coming to terms with her daughters sexual orientation, she wasn’t prepared for the double blow of having me – her daughters best friend since high school become her daughter -in-law. She wanted a son.
Needless to say our wedding was hushed and a lot of her ‘associates’ have no clue we are married. Believe it or not, she made us sign a confidentiality contract calling for us to keep our marriage hushed. As an only child, LT – my wife, is very prone to emotional blackmail, her mother caused all sorts of drama, resorted to threats of making life hell for us of we were to abscond. I chose to go along with the charade because it seemed to be the only way I would be married to the woman I love. LT was not openly gay at the time, so it was a concession on many fronts.
I have to say, It helps that we live thousands of miles away from my MIL’s reality – being away from the pressure of her reputation, her life, her expectations allows us to pretend to be normal people.

Being married to LT is a joy – most of the time that is. I catch glimpses of her mother in her personality, something I find very scary, moments when she is with her colleagues, schmoozing and ruling. I have to say she’s an amazing wife and friend, but she’s an absolute witch as a boss and colleague, I worry when I think about how split her personality is.
LT had always been satisfied with my background- humble, with middle class parents, my father died a couple of years ago, thankfully before I came out of the closet and my mother – well… Let’s just say she’s dealing with it the best way she can. I send funds home when I can, but I only give from what I have, making a conscious effort not to ask LT for anything. In fact what I get from LT is what she gives from her own accord, when I don’t have. I keep schtum… The fear of being labelled a gold digger has always hunted me, since my MIL spat the accusation in my face.
Being a plumber was a profession I fell into. A couple of years after uni I was a certified accountant with a job in an investment bank. Unfortunately I was a casualty of the banking crisis and I lost the kushti job, bonuses and fat pay check… So I decided to settle for humbler things and trained to be a plumber – you’d be surprised how well a female plumber does.
My high flying wife however is one of those reaping the professional and financial benefits of the industry. While I was facing redundancy she was promoted. When i had to sell my house, she was getting a bigger one – albeit for us. But for her the blessing came with the curse of late nights, early mornings, long trips and unbearably chauvinistic colleagues. But guess who she always called on for advice and support – good old MIL. I’m still learning not to hold a grudge, but there’s a strong bond between those two. Since LT’s dad was arrested and murdered in prison 15 years ago, the mother – daughter relationship was sealed by a bond I don’t think my love for her can break.
A few years ago LT and I decided we would like to have children. We relished the thought that we could both have a go at being pregnant and share the responsibility. We never agreed on who would go first. Now I feel is a good time to do it. We’re both in our late twenties, healthy and with no known problems with conception. But for some reason LT has gone cold on the idea.
Recently i discovered my dear MIL is not keen on the idea of being a grandmother to our child. She’s gone with her usual tactics of emotional blackmail and manipulation threatening to disown LT and disinherit her. the thing is, I know LT is doing well financially and when I get back in the trade, I could manage to bring the child up on my own if that was the worst case scenario, but I can’t bring myself to discuss this with my wife. And I can’t say anything negative about her mother, that is a,ways misconstrued and leads to a fight.
I feel trapped. I love TJ, but… It’s bad enough we are living a lie, but to say goodbye to the hopes of being a parent are even more scary. But then, just when I thought I could kiss parenthood good bye, my MIL comes with a proposal, that the only way she would give consent is if I am impregnated by a man of her choice and sign a contract to certain conditions; the child must never refer to LT as mother, but rather aunty, LT will not be a legal guardian neither will she adopt the child.
On the one hand I get what I want, but not the way I want it, I’m so confused. If you were in my shoes what would you do?