Dear Diary,
I’m back, but I feel shattered, asking myself the same question: Why didn’t he fight for me the way I fought for him? It’s been six months since I lost the last piece of my heart. Everything was going well, and I had returned to him, as any young girl in love would. This time, his family was part of the picture. Yes, I met his family, and I felt they belonged to me the moment I met them.
When his family asked him to meet girls for marriage, he did so without considering how I would feel or if he could wait for me. He’s 30 years old; he should be making his own decisions, not his family.
That girl was a doctor. I remember him saying he liked her, but his family wouldn’t accept her career because they wanted someone who could work mainly from home. This gave me insight into his mind.
This made me eager to meet his family. Everything went well. My family wasn’t looking for a groom for me, so it was an easy sequence of events. My family didn’t know what was on my mind.
We turned to a mediator to talk to my father and streamline the process. But at the last moment, he refused. I was ready to do whatever was needed.
I never got the time, consideration, or love I wanted from him, right from the start. Yes, we fought more than usual, but I went with the flow because that’s what you do when you love someone unconditionally.
His family soon became anxious about the future. Would I be able to convince my family? Amid this chaos, a proposal came to him, which he liked, I suppose.
Without considering the repercussions, I gave his father my father’s phone number. I was ordered to stay home and not go to work. I was devastated when my family rejected my request to marry him. They disapproved of love marriages, which was bound to happen.
The treatment I received from his family hurt me the most. They only thought I had given up and was defenseless.
He had the gall to say that his family wants him to move on and find the right match. He conveniently forgot the girl who sacrificed so much for him. He betrayed my affection for him.
I told him to go out with other girls because I didn’t want him or his family to suffer. I simply sent them all my best wishes.
It taught me how egotistical one might be and that I was no longer needed. He betrayed me the same way he betrayed his previous 5-year relationship. You can’t ask someone for assurance of the future when you don’t know what the future looks like for yourself.
Your happiness is entirely up to you. There is no one else responsible for it. That’s all I can write today.
It’s just hurting my suffering because of the words he vomited at me; they’re still there in my head, hurting me. I won’t let my agony and suffering make me weak; I’m getting stronger every day.
Whatever life throws at me, I’ll get up again, and this time, instead of being betrayed repeatedly, I’ll be happy. It’s over now. I’ll accept this as my fate.
