The end of Marriage....

The next 3 years went by trying to get Kamal and family accepts Guddu and Pari. I tried everything, from tears to love, to complaints to police, to counseling from marriage counselors. Everywhere I went the first response of counselors was – it won`t work out. Stop trying. I do not know why I was so hell bent upon trying to save my marriage. Why I was hoping against all hope that Guddu Pari would get their father and paternal grandparents. I was very sure I will change the situation and get Kamal to accept his daughters.

It was this hope, which made me shift with Kamal, when he gave the offer. It was this hope, which made me run about buying the furniture and stuff needed to settle the whole house. It was this hope, which made me try my best to make the rented accommodation as comfortable and welcoming for Kamal as possible. I never realized the offer to shift into the rented accommodation was a ploy to permanently turn out of his life. Oblivious to his designs, I continued setting up and decorating the house, dreaming of a peaceful life.

His design showed up the first time I shifted with him. He fought with me throughout the night. He wanted a mutual divorce. I had failed as a wife . I was a bad wife. Then why did he shift with me in the first place? That was because he did not want that his sister and parents should be any sort of trouble, in case I did not agree to a mutual divorce and things become nasty. I was down with fever. In between fights, I got up and took a Paracetamol tablet. I remember going to the other room and sitting on the bunker bed for children, and crying my heart out. By morning, a stale mate had been reached. He had calmed down. Children had a function in their school in the morning. I went with them to school, and he went for his work. I came back, and because of high grade fever, remember going to my mother’s place. Kamal was not expected before 10 p.m. I went back in the afternoon to the rented accommodation with children. A plumber was supposed to come to do some work. And I had to prepare the dinner. My fever at that moment was something around 103 F. once the dinner was ready and the plumber had gone, I sent the children with my sister, and went to a homeopathic doctor. Kamal called and asked me to go back to my parents because he could not come before 10 p.m. and I had high grade fever.

When Kamal did not call up till much after 10, I called him up. He and his sister made it clear they do not want me back into his life. He was coming to take the keys of the flat, but not us. For next almost 1 hour, he was shouting on phone and I was crying. I was a failure. I had failed to give my daughters a father. All my efforts to get them accepted, had failed. I had failed my daughters. My attempts for the past three years had ended in a failure.

He came to pick the keys , and i managed to sit in the car. the whole way to the flat was a living hell. Once we reached there, he rushed up and locked the door, I was left stranded on the road in the midnight.

A visit to police station meant another counseling session from police to forget about lodging a complaint but to resettle the matter with my husband as a woman`s place was with her husband. He was angry according to the policeman on duty, but ultimately he was my husband , so I should try and go back in the morning and apologies and make up with him. Therefore no action was taken against anybody.