Via- Humans of Bombay
My uncle suggested a boy for me to marry a few years ago, and my parents trusted his decision. A few years into the marriage, I realized that he was an alcoholic and very abusive under the influence.
I tried to stay patient and change his habits but when I couldn’t take it anymore I decided to leave him. I expected my parents to be supportive, but instead they were pressurizing me to go back to him and not shame the family.
My husband and uncle brainwashed my parents into believing that I was lying about everything. I knew that if I continued to stay at my parent’s house, I would eventually succumb to the pressure and go back to him — so I left for Bombay.
I work here at a salon, but I’ve never felt more alone. Even here, men look down upon me because of my failed marriage. I don’t understand how I’ve shamed my family, or why it’s so wrong to be divorced? What do they want — for me to suffer but continue putting a smile on my face?
