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I would
like to inform that I posted this story few months back on some other
forums where I am very active (in my real identity). This is a fake ID, as I don't want to disclose my identity for obvious reasons,
you will know why when you read below. Friends, if you think I have
wasted your time or the forum beauty, I am sorry. But I post it to
everyone because I believe that people should know, such stories should be disclosed. So that another sister of mine among you don't end up as a victim. I want you to think and then act.
PLEASE READ MY STORY:
I used to be a regular in IF some years ago (but not here, instead the Kiyunki forum). I hope I will be given the chance to say my story anonymously to people who might listen to my cry.
I used to be the typical "saas-bahu" serial loving girl who would fight for tulsi or mihir in the forums. Perhaps I were not so smart but I was happy! Truly happy, I smiled and giggled and cried on petty things. I have been my father's doll my mother's heart. I had a life, until I got married to this horrible man ...
He was an NRI and son of a family friend. I will not take too much of you people's time and come to the point:
They came, everything was good. Our investigation was not too intense due to the trust we had on our own people, and they always seemed OK from their behavior and basic information. The boy was mostly quiet, but I thought that maybe he is shy and things will get better after marriage.
After marriage we moved to Norway. And slowly I began to realize that these people have lots of complications. Unfortunately the biggest complication was with my ex-husband! He had another girlfriend (a white Norwegian), and gave no time to me. He seemed to be avoiding me, sometimes it used to be so irritating, but I had patience. But as soon as I knew about his affair it broke me. I didn't know how to disclose it to his parents or to my parents, but then more pain awaited me.
His parents knew all about it. They wanted an Indian "Bahu" for their home. While their "obedient" son was wildly in love with that "amazingly cold" woman who infact insulted me "Face to Face" (so much for a woman to woman compassion or the humanity of Norwegians). She insulted me such (verbally) that I shivered back in my room for two days and nights.
As soon as I found out that his parents knew, I went through the most suffocating helpless period of my life. By this time my ex-husband had already shifted near his girlfriend, and surprisingly now he was bold enough to want to marry her. And what about me and my rights? Ofcourse, there was more to come for me.
When finally I had no option, even out of shame and pain I called my home. I couldn't share with my parents directly (call me coward). But I shared with my cousin sister who I am close to. She cried listening to my pathetic life and shared the information with my mother. My mother who brought me up with love, fed me her milk, whom I had always thought of my greatest support.
My MOTHER hid my story from my family for a considerable period (I was more shocked than anyone else). Infact cutting short - she knew about the "previous affair" of my to be husband with a certain GORI - but was assured that it was over and complete, and in such countries it is normal to have such a past. She was brought in confidence by many more such assurances, and the FAKE dream of my NRI life (filled with disgust). Such was her delusion that she had not only kept this matter a secret from the rest of the family but ALSO HER HUSBAND (my father, the only person in this whole world who I love).
Eventually when my father learnt of this matter, he wanted nothing else but me back to him. After all the chaos, I was back to my father.
Everytime I think of this I get tears. I wanted to share this with the KIYUNKI family ... mere saat kya kya hua, main kiun nahi kisi se kuch share kar saki ... aur ab-bhi ek fake ID se share karrahi hoon ... yeh aap log shayad samjho ya nahi samjho ... but my message is that YOU CAN TRUST NO BODY, NOT EVEN YOUR MOTHER ...NO BODY!
Please don't marry anyone without PERSONALLY KNOWING HIM. Specially when it is an NRI.
The purpose of my writing here is basically due to my relation in IF, and my desire to vent out the acid which continuous to create waves in my heart. I know this might not be the place for my personal story. But this is the place where more Shrutis like me come, and I just simply want to tell them about me. Even if one single soul is saved by my experience, I would think I have been successful.
A tortured soul,
Your friend.
(Please allow this post mods, even if you found I had a MID. I would be thankful if you do not investigate for the sake of my self respect. Of an Indian sister of yours).
PLEASE READ MY STORY:
I used to be a regular in IF some years ago (but not here, instead the Kiyunki forum). I hope I will be given the chance to say my story anonymously to people who might listen to my cry.
I used to be the typical "saas-bahu" serial loving girl who would fight for tulsi or mihir in the forums. Perhaps I were not so smart but I was happy! Truly happy, I smiled and giggled and cried on petty things. I have been my father's doll my mother's heart. I had a life, until I got married to this horrible man ...
He was an NRI and son of a family friend. I will not take too much of you people's time and come to the point:
They came, everything was good. Our investigation was not too intense due to the trust we had on our own people, and they always seemed OK from their behavior and basic information. The boy was mostly quiet, but I thought that maybe he is shy and things will get better after marriage.
After marriage we moved to Norway. And slowly I began to realize that these people have lots of complications. Unfortunately the biggest complication was with my ex-husband! He had another girlfriend (a white Norwegian), and gave no time to me. He seemed to be avoiding me, sometimes it used to be so irritating, but I had patience. But as soon as I knew about his affair it broke me. I didn't know how to disclose it to his parents or to my parents, but then more pain awaited me.
His parents knew all about it. They wanted an Indian "Bahu" for their home. While their "obedient" son was wildly in love with that "amazingly cold" woman who infact insulted me "Face to Face" (so much for a woman to woman compassion or the humanity of Norwegians). She insulted me such (verbally) that I shivered back in my room for two days and nights.
As soon as I found out that his parents knew, I went through the most suffocating helpless period of my life. By this time my ex-husband had already shifted near his girlfriend, and surprisingly now he was bold enough to want to marry her. And what about me and my rights? Ofcourse, there was more to come for me.
When finally I had no option, even out of shame and pain I called my home. I couldn't share with my parents directly (call me coward). But I shared with my cousin sister who I am close to. She cried listening to my pathetic life and shared the information with my mother. My mother who brought me up with love, fed me her milk, whom I had always thought of my greatest support.
My MOTHER hid my story from my family for a considerable period (I was more shocked than anyone else). Infact cutting short - she knew about the "previous affair" of my to be husband with a certain GORI - but was assured that it was over and complete, and in such countries it is normal to have such a past. She was brought in confidence by many more such assurances, and the FAKE dream of my NRI life (filled with disgust). Such was her delusion that she had not only kept this matter a secret from the rest of the family but ALSO HER HUSBAND (my father, the only person in this whole world who I love).
Eventually when my father learnt of this matter, he wanted nothing else but me back to him. After all the chaos, I was back to my father.
Everytime I think of this I get tears. I wanted to share this with the KIYUNKI family ... mere saat kya kya hua, main kiun nahi kisi se kuch share kar saki ... aur ab-bhi ek fake ID se share karrahi hoon ... yeh aap log shayad samjho ya nahi samjho ... but my message is that YOU CAN TRUST NO BODY, NOT EVEN YOUR MOTHER ...NO BODY!
Please don't marry anyone without PERSONALLY KNOWING HIM. Specially when it is an NRI.
The purpose of my writing here is basically due to my relation in IF, and my desire to vent out the acid which continuous to create waves in my heart. I know this might not be the place for my personal story. But this is the place where more Shrutis like me come, and I just simply want to tell them about me. Even if one single soul is saved by my experience, I would think I have been successful.
A tortured soul,
Your friend.
(Please allow this post mods, even if you found I had a MID. I would be thankful if you do not investigate for the sake of my self respect. Of an Indian sister of yours).
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