Here is a story about a young woman who deals with what most people deal with – snooping, cheating and a break-up. Read on!*
“My life was perfect with him in it. It was almost like the fairy tales I grew up with. A prince charming and a damsel in distress. We met at a party of my best friend, he was my best friend’s brother’s friend. Our connection was electric. We didn’t take our eyes off each other throughout the party. Later, my best friend introduced us. His name was Amar. He was a law student and incredibly charming.
I fell head over heels in love with him. Soon, he had become my trophy that I showed off to all of my friends. I knew I was wrong there when my mere attraction for him transformed into unconditional love. He seemed like the perfect gentleman, someone who would take care of the tiniest of my needs and pamper me. Because I had been through one turbulent relationship in the past, I loved how he treated me. I saw no signs of danger – I should have. Because nothing can be so perfect.
Three months into the relationship, things began turning sour. It took me a year to realise that they were turning sour because I refused to sleep with him. He began acting possessive. It was almost like he owned me. He wanted to where I was, with whom and what was I doing exactly. I had to text him every five minutes or else he would keep calling me.
Initially I thought this happened because he was caring. The truth however was that he had grown jealous, suspicious. He hated me talking to my male friends in fact even my brothers! He began snooping into my phone and checking my messages. Wherever I went, he had to come along. It began suffocating me. I felt like someone was killing my personal space and making me a prisoner!
I didn’t know what to do. Our fights began turning sour. He didn’t think that there was anything unnatural in the way he was behaving. “That’s what guys do”, he used to say. One day, I caught him following me. He was spying on my movements! Why? Because I refused to sleep with him. Months later, I got to know that he thought I was sleeping with someone else because ‘a girl like me’ would never refuse to sleep with ‘a guy like him’ otherwise!
That day was the final nail in the coffin. I confronted him. He played the same old tune. When things got uglier, he called me a ‘slut’. I walked off and never looked back. I hated myself to have tolerated such a psychopath who only wanted to sleep with me – who thought women were things to be owned, used and discarded!
Writing this today means a lot. I am writing this for all the women out there like me. Because I got to know that all the while he was spying on me, he was cheating on me with another girl he met at a party because I did not fulfil his ‘needs’. Such a thing would devastate most people but this revelation brought me back on my feet. I realised that it wasn’t my fault how we broke up. No I wasn’t acting stubborn! I wasn’t the problem! He was!
The only fault of mine was, I judged him by his appearance. I didn’t once doubt that all the glitter on him wasn’t because he was gold. It was because he sucked the light out of people’s lives. I no longer want a prince charming because I am no longer a damsel in distress. I am princess charming!”
*Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, loosely based on true events.