We got married in April 2014. I was a young graduate. All I had was my dreams and desire to make life better for myself, my family, and my new husband. He was also young. Four years older than I am but had the mind of a giant. He was a young lawyer determined to take the world by the horn, make a mark for himself in the law industry, make enough money and later go into politics. The two of us were a perfect match because we knew what we wanted from life and were determined to get it.A few months after marriage, I got a banking job. It was always there for me but was only a matter of time. I had the links. I had the qualifications and I had the pedigree for the job. I did my service with them and proved my mettle. Apart from that, I worked with them for a year. I wasn’t fully paid but I stayed to create links and relationships with people who matter and could speak on my behalf. It was those people who called my name at the high table for me to get the job. It was a lucrative job but demanding. I had a husband who understood me because he was also in a demanding professional field.A year later, we were drifting apart. I saw it and brought it to his attention; “It looks like our individual profession has taken the center stage in our union. We care more about our work than building this marriage. When was the last time we sat and talked? When was the last time we went out as a couple? When was the last time we had fun? We leave early in the morning and come late in the evening. You get home and get busy with your books. There’s always one case you have to learn about. It’s the same with me. I come home late and knackered. All I want is to sleep. No time to consciously build what we have.”He agreed with me but thought it wasn’t anything we should worry about. I thought it was something we should worry about if indeed we treasure the marriage. So we started working on it. We made a conscious effort to be home early, whatever ‘early’ means to us. When we got home, we made a conscious attempt to talk about our day, and interact for at least two hours before we go to bed. During the day, we texted each other when we couldn’t call. We brought awareness into the marriage and it was working. It was during that period that I got pregnant. He was happy but I didn’t know what to think about it because it was going to slow my progress at work. In the end, I got pulled into the emotions and became happy regardless.