I don’t belong here, where do I belong?  The sad breakup story begins…..Read below

The love story begins – Where do I belong

In my last year in school, I was answering my final exam 10th-grade math paper. That day and those few hours were my worst days ever in my life so far. I hated math and never wanted to answer any math exams. I always wished that math never existed in the school syllabus.

The time was nearing for answering the math paper and I was getting tenser. I kept looking around and kept praying sincerely.

Most tense day in my life – The Exams

The teachers entered the classroom and started distributing the question papers.

There was a guy sitting in front of me who was staring at me a few times whilst I was praying, I presume he understood what I was going through.

The bell rang and all quickly started to answer and I looked at the first question and I felt “Yes” I know to solve this question.

The moment I was waiting for

I kept answering a few more the one-line answers and optional questions, but when the main questions came up I kept wondering, started getting tensed and nervous.

I kept looking at the other students writing, not one feeling nervous as me.

Suddenly the guy sitting in front of me turned back and looked at me and that moment the teacher uttered “look in front”

I quietly looked down and started reading the next question.

Suddenly I peeped slightly down trying to see in the front at the guy writing. After a moment I saw him quietly keeping his paper down in such a way that I could see the answers.

Timely help from a stranger 

Quickly I started to follow his paper and started to solve the big questions which I could not solve. I was so quick to copy that I could also recheck all the other questions and answers of mine.

The time was up to submit the papers and I was so much relieved for answering all the questions.

All the students came out of the classroom after handing over their papers and I quickly followed this guy who was walking in the front. I touched him from the back “Hi, I am Veronica I came to thank you for your help, thank you so much without your help I would surely fail”

He replied, “Hi, I am Rohit, I am happy that you managed to answer your paper well, ya, I knew you were feeling tensed andmurmuring something all the time”.

Anyway, I would love to know the status of this paper, do let me know when the results are out.

I said, “yes sure I will update you, well can I have your contact number please”.

He said, “sure” and I took his number

After that, we went our way and never contacted each other again.

But, I was always thinking of him, wanted to call and talk.

Finally, the wait was over – The results declared

This way after few months the results declaration date was announced in the newspaper and I was more interested to tell him the result than to my parents because I wanted to talk to him.

Finally, the results came and I made it to distinction to my surprise unexpected though. I was so thrilled and excited I thanked God and immediately called Rohit.

He picked up the call in 2 rings only like he too was waiting for my call. “Hey Rohit I got a distinction, I am so happy and what about you and he replied “distinction too”

After this short discussion thereafter we were always in touch, we got closer to each other we were in the same college and finally decided to get married after being in love for almost 5 years. Yes, inter-caste marriage, me Christian and he is a Hindu.

The arrival of the first baby in the house – Part of the breakup begins

Until the birth of my first child all went nicely, the families were happy and Rohit was a wonderful husband to me. But things started to change suddenly, my first child was a girl but he wanted a boy, even his parents were not happy.

I could not understand what made them change so quickly. After a few days, his grandma said, “We all wanted the first child to be a boy”.

So, this was the reason, these taunts kept coming daily. I had to control myself and decided to move along.

I had a talk to Rohit, but he was adamant, he said “If my family is not happy then I cannot be happy”.

He started to behave differently towards me daily and kept ignoring me most of the time and was not even bothered to play with our baby. This made me think that I don’t belong here

If the husband doesn’t understand, try to make something work out between you two, make some common grounds, and stick with it. I try to channel out my frustration either by cooking or watching series on Netflix or gardening or just cleaning and looking after my baby.

Rohit wanted another baby soon, a boy. I said, Rohit what if….

Rohit: Shut up

Will God answer my prayers – Will God come to my rescue

The Divorce Notice

And he went away. I was helpless, to make him and his family happy I got pregnant again. I kept praying so much that most of my time was spent in prayers asking God the Almighty to give me a boy this time.

But my prayers went unanswered, after the CT scan we came to know that it’s a girl again.

Rohit was furious and so was his family, they were after abortion but I refused and kept refusing until my delivery.

After the delivery, things became worse, I left the house and came to my mother’s place.

My parents as usual were not happy with my decision. I asked myself “where do I belong”?

After few months Rohit sent a divorce notice, I was in shock did not know what to do.

Well, I discussed with my parents and their support was not with me.

I was left alone, had to manage all by myself. I tried my best to convince Rohit, but he was a different man, I had always felt that Rohit was the most understanding and caring man at that time.

My marriage did not work accordingly it was a bad decision by me. My parents were against this inter-caste marriage, but it was my choice.

Do I belong here – I don’t belong here

After few months I took up a job as money-wise I was suffering. Slowly I was settling down.

Rohit or his family never bothered to call me anytime, I tried calling Rohit but he wouldn’t receive the call.

Then one fine day I decided, it’s a waste of time waiting for Rohit, I said to myself ‘I don’t belong there”.

I don’t belong here, do I belong here? I agreed to divorce and went ahead with all the paperwork, and finally, the settlement was done.

Both the kids were with me and I refused compensation from him, and I went my way.

Women most suffer in this manner after marriage, the life changes quickly because of in-laws’ interference.

I don’t belong here, my choice of selecting the right guy was bad or it was written in my destiny, it was God’s Will.

I carried my life forward, slowly settled down, hard life though.

And still carrying forward…….I don’t belong here

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