(Arushi Chaudhary shares the story of a friend who has been living in an abusive marriage for several years now and finally finds relief from her troubles through an affair with a colleague)
I was a 23-year-old, fresh out of college, and brimming with dreams of a promising future when a chance marriage proposal changed the direction of my life irrevocably. The prospect was a rich businessman. His fat bank balance made my own aspirations and the fact he was older by a decade inconsequential. My parents used the usual ‘isse acha rishta nahi milega’ argument to convince me to consent to the marriage and put my professional goals ‘on hold’.
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Back in the ‘90s, courtship was nothing like now. We barely spoke to each other, and met a mere three times – in presence of both our families – before the big day. The first couple of months were uneventful and my heart had begun to warm up to my husband and the idea of this marriage. Three months into the marriage, I discovered that I was pregnant with our first child because real men don’t wear condoms and it is blasphemous for the bahu to be on the pill because the whole purpose of her existence is to procreate. When I said I wasn’t ready to take the responsibility and suggested an abortion, I was punched, kicked and thrown about until I begged for forgiveness and agreed to tow his line.
And thus began a journey of verbal, emotional and physical abuse that has gone on for the last 12 years. It is classic. He loses control over his actions in a fit of rage, unleashes his fury on me, comes around to apologise for his actions, promises me a fresh start and we keep going in circles.
My husband can be a kind and compassionate man, as long as one doesn’t counter his opinions and points of view. After several beatings, bruises, watching things around the house being smashed to the ground, and having the choicest of abuses hurled at me, I learnt to keep my mouth shut and withdrew to a cocoon where no one was welcome. Our interactions were limited to the bare necessary. Gradually, we became two strangers who rented space on the same bed. He did his bit for the marriage by footing the bill for all my needs and luxuries, I returned the favor by allowing him to devour my body every now and then, even though his mere touch made me shudder with spite and resentment.
Yes, I could have opted out of this sham of a marriage. But I had been rendered too weak to take that kind of leap of faith, so I found the perfect excuse that I was doing this for the kids’ sake.
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Five years ago, I decided to finally revisit the professional aspirations I had put on hold at 23. With the kids grown up, his frequent travels and a tight-knit joint family having been split down the middle owing to a business dispute, I was pretty much free to live my life as I chose. Putting my time at home to good use, I had pursued a MBA degree through distance learning, which helped me land a job. My husband made his peace with this new ‘hobby’ I had taken up.
This newfound independence was like a balm on my bruised soul. At work, I found an instant connection with a colleague, who was my age, like-minded, compassionate toward my situation and shared my opinions of life. He too had been through a bad marriage and was now separated from his wife, which meant he knew exactly where I was coming from.
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Soon love, like I had never known before, blossomed. I didn’t realise when our casual conversations and chats brought us to a point where we craved each other’s company all the time. I didn’t stop myself. He had no reason to. We spent hours talking or chatting on the phone, sharing every tiny detail of our lives with one another. Conversations led to meetings, which led to secret dates and some sinful pleasures between the sheets.
We have been together for almost four years, and not once have I felt guilty about cheating on my husband, sleeping with another man, and most importantly, loving him with all my heart.
His presence has softened my stand towards my husband and made my marriage more bearable. I can now empathise with him when he tells me that he wants to change but he has no control over his rage. For I have no control over my love. The man I’m in love with has kissed my bruises, taught me how to dance in the rain and walk with my head firmly on my shoulders. A lot of people would judge me on a lot of counts but I wouldn’t have my life any other way.
(As told to Arushi Chaudhary)