My Parents Think I'm Goddess Laxmi But I Would Never Want To Be Born As A Daughter Again

Anonymous Anonymous in Life Is Tough on 22 July, 2017

I was born after 8 years of my parents’ wedding. They considered me as "Goddess Laxmi" and loved me like no one else could love me. I was the apple of their eyes. They never cared about my marks scored. They were happy only if I said I had not failed in the exams.

I had joined college. I grew up and thought that I could handle this world cleverly. But my parents were always there for me. My father started giving matrimonial advertisements in the newspapers. I got many proposals.

I happened to meet a handsome man. There was a spark between us. We decided to get married. Days rolled on and my father invested his hard earned money in making this wedding the most memorable one. He also gifted us a brand new car.
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They liked the car and the lavish gifts. He never let me touch the car. He asked me to get another car from my father for my personal use. I was expected to do all the household chores to keep my in-laws and my husband happy.

I used to ask my husband to spend time with me. I expected him to talk to me. He physically abused me when I asked for his attention. I couldn’t tolerate this and went back to my parents after 6 months of our wedding. I told my father about all that I went through. He assured me that he will take care of me. He cried as he blamed himself for getting me married to my husband. He promised to stay with me and pamper me.

Few years passed and I happened to meet another guy. I told him about my past. He was accepting and told that his sister had gone through the same. He loved me irrespective of my past. My parents met him and told him how much they love me.

I convinced my parents and we got married. My husband wanted to stay at my place as he felt that my parents need me. I was madly in love with him and agreed. He started stealing my jewellery, debit cards, and cash. Whenever I questioned about it, he created a ruckus.

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My parents tolerated him as they felt I couldn’t get a divorce again. They finally asked me to stay at my husband’s place as they also needed some privacy. My husband agreed and we packed our bags and moved to my husband’s place.

My husband asked me to do all the household chores. He refused to give me the cash otherwise. My presence hardly mattered to him. I agreed, and by the time I would finish all the chores, he would go off to sleep. He wasn’t interested in me.

One night, he said that he wanted to settle down in South Delhi. We were staying in U.P. then. He wasn’t happy there. I agreed but I was still clueless to know what made him shout at me and call my parents at 12.30 a.m. He forgot to disconnect the call and said; ‘Now you will know what physical torture means!’

He dragged me on the floor and started punching me. I was shouting for help. His family members kept watching but none stepped forward to help me. Finally my parents arrived and begged him to leave me. He seemed very determined to kill me. We somehow ran from there. I was taken to the hospital for treatment.

After all this drama, my parents decided never to get me married. They could never send me to another family ever again. If this is what it feels like to be the single child, I would never want to be born as a daughter and trouble my parents again.

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