I'm A 30-Year-Old Woman Waiting For My Parents' Approval To Marry The Man I Love
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My perception of my family was shattered the day I told them about my boyfriend. I come from a fairly progressive family. My mother is an educationist, and my father, brother and sister-in-law serve in the Army.
They had been hunting for suitable grooms for me for a long time, and during that period, I met this man, who later became my boyfriend.
Trust me, my decision to be with him was based solely on our compatibility. He was a divorcee, came from a different caste and a different religion, and that, of course, was our biggest hurdle.
Before telling my family about us, I had spoken to his ex as well. I wanted to know the truth behind the divorce, and she assured me that it was a compatibility issue, nothing else.
When I told my family, they refused. They were just not ready for this. Then, what followed was emotional pressure and abuse. Until one fine day, they abused me to such an extent that I contemplated ending my life to end it all.
I wasn't ready to leave this man because it is very rare that you will find a person with whom you can be yourself and who supports your dreams and ambitions. He is the first person to prioritise and value our relationship equally. Before, I was the one who gave my all.
FYI, my boyfriend was very good friends with my brother and sister-in-law; they were coursemates and posted together. He was their 4 a.m. friend, but that changed the day they came to know about us.
So here I am, almost 30 years old, trying to convince my family to agree to my decision to marry this person. The person who understands and supports me like no one ever did.
