My story may not be different from a lot of similar stories. And this is the irony! The story is the same, but the characters keep on changing -day after day, year after year. I still want to share my story because it will give me peace - peace that eludes me.
Mr. Ex,
If I could say — ‘I wish I had never met you’ then I would have happily believed : Education uplifts people; Caste and Language and Age are superficial in love; Choices and Consent are genderless! But Hell no! I met you and I know people are highly hypocritic and narcissist and self-obsessed — not even education could help you grow to see that it just not always about you.
You must know that it is not the break-up that has hurt me — is the way you entice someone to like you, and then make them believe you are there for them and not hurt them, and one day you become almost unresponsive and emotionally absconding. Had you been a little sensitive about the fact that like ‘love’, break-up demands its own emotional touch. And if you think “My friends do not even do this! statements makes you feel like a king, then you are an a**hole. Because you love yourself so much you wanted to be in good book of yourself. All you did was only to satiate your ego !
To make a relationship work, we need Yes from each side. However, a break-up is so less demanding; one of them needs to say ‘yes, I cant do this anymore’
My gut inside-out was yelling at me ; this guy is hideous. Still, I chose to ignore my inner voice for someone who only choked my voice.
When you are in mood to flirt outside, you can easily become oblivious to the outside world. When I want to do the same- everyone is looking at us! Oh yeah, the entire world will come and beat the blue out of you.
And when it was your constant company that was literally making me sick. It was while you touched me, I was becoming more and more allergic and had the red bumps on my hands. I was allergic to you; as if my body was speaking to me!
I have been wondering why any boyfriend would compare his girlfriend over his ‘crush’. Why would someone lust over middle-aged aunties? Always touch me inappropriately without my CONSENT(yeah your consent maters not mine!). And then I had to explicitly say — back off you Moron(I wish I had used this line). And when I accidently discover your lovey-dovey chats with other girls, you gaslight me that some Aunty is very innocent in sending you heart emojis.. really? This was your your ‘tharkiness’ in full swing which I chose to ignore.
One action is a chaos. Similar multiple actions form a pattern.SO, it took me a while to figure out the pattern you were creating. In your world, only other person is to be blamed. If your friend does not say something about his discomfort, the friend is at loss. If I did something, only I am to be blamed. And the climax is : when I say I trusted you, the only line that you think of firing at someone who is grieving is — I also trusted you. Grow Up Man!
And this educated man says I do not care about society. The same guy kept on propping the questions– What’s your caste. You see, I am a Brahman. If this is not hypocrisy, then someone do me a favour. Enlighten me!
I should be doing what you want : be it going to movies or hopping to restaurants. But when it comes to what I want : you would not have time. And this is from someone who calls himself ‘feminist’. This is how you care for women around you. Oh well! I am mistaken, this applies to your girl friends, NOT to your sister -she is your sister. Not someone else’s sister.
How sick can be you. You wanted to get me drunk even after refusing it. And why? So that you can ‘easily’ have your way? Is this how respect your girl friend’s choices? Or, maybe, you love yourself so much that you hardly see other’s happiness.
And I see that you are minting money ,and yet you are the same person who would keep track of even 10 rupee tea you had to spend on me! May you get money, so much money and that only money remains.
Sometimes, my heart boils and all these wounds cut through me. Scarring me! Poisoning my mind with your disgusting sickening identity. May your real face be out in front of everyone. You are hideous-inside out.
I had a feeling I am so unlucky that this guy is breaking up with me. It took me years to realize that is was a blessing in disguise! Getting stuck with you would have been a suicidal idea.
Lastly, in my words
Who chale gaye to hume Khushi hai
Woh chale gaye to hume Khushi hai
Woh reh jaate to aafat ho jaati!
Khud se nafrat ho jaati!
