Love, they say, is blind. Despite warnings from friends and family members, I decided to ignore the tell-tale signs, and instead went ahead and married my husband on February 24, 2011. My relationship problem started soon after.
I have always had a very liberal upbringing, born in a family where there was no demarcation based on gender. Born 10 years after my parents’ marriage, I was also spoilt rotten, never having to bother about household chores. My parents had never trained me to be the ‘ideal’ wife or the daughter-in-law, they had taught me to be financially independent and brought me up to be a self-sufficient, self-respecting individual.
What led to my relationship problem?
Marriage to me meant companionship, the meeting of minds and the sharing of two lives. My ex-husband was my best friend (before marriage of course) and I believed that we would be one of those contemporary couples who didn’t believe in traditional gender roles. I had not foreseen the relationship problem that I would plunge into because of my in-laws unrealistic expectations from me.
I was an editor with a pallu on my head
I was working as a senior editor for the biggest media house in India back then. My work life was very hectic. My ex-husband worked in the retail industry and I felt that he would understand the demands of my job, being from such a high-pressure industry himself.
The disillusionment started very early on after the wedding. My story can be added to the list of sad marriage stories because I never foresaw the relationship problem that would start off because of my in-laws archaic mindset.
The first shock came when my mother-in-law asked me to put the pallu of my saree over my head while going out, at least for a week after the wedding. Had I somehow entered a parallel world of the saas-bahu serials?
Breakfast for the father-in-law, pakodas for the husband
I have never been a morning person; however, I was expected to wake up, shower and serve my father-in-law his food before he left for office. Didn’t he go to office before I entered the household? Wasn’t food served to him? Why impose such duties on me? I come from a family where my father used to make the morning tea for all three of us, him being the man of the house didn’t stop him from doing so.
My father-in-law was still in service, we had one full-time maid apart from a part-timer. There would also be another help who would be summoned from time to time for thorough cleaning of the house. So it wasn’t as if my MIL would have to slog it out while her evil daughter-in-law (yours truly) would put her feet up and follow her intellectual pursuits (reading books etc. were looked down upon by my in-laws).
During the World Cup final of 2011, my husband and his cousin were glued to the television set, with bottles of beer to keep them company. Whereas I, a cricket fan, was relegated to the kitchen, frying fish fingers and chicken pakoras for them.
My relationship problem was the result of a game
My in-laws played a very intelligent game. They wouldn’t openly criticise me (though their disappointment in me was pretty obvious), they made their son their mouthpiece who also told me just three months into the marriage that I would have to change 360 degrees, else the marriage would end.
By which he meant, I would have to wake up early, engage actively in household work and also win his parents’ hearts by being the bahu they wanted.
Basically one, who would come back right from work and immediately change identities by becoming the maid of the house. This despite the fact that for weeks at a time, I would come back from work at 1 AM and was also suffering from thyroid which sapped me of my energy.
They just believed in the outdated concept that a daughter-in-law, no matter how educated or how well-employed, would have to fulfil her ‘domestic’ roles. The daughter-in-law could have a better education (my husband had a graduate degree, whereas I had a postgraduate one), he could be working in an organisation much lesser known than hers, but he was the man after all.
They crossed all limits
When his relatives from the US came visiting, I was chastised bitterly by my mother-in-law for not checking whether his uncle’s mattress was changed or not. I was expected to give him his cup of tea the minute he woke up, which was quite early in the morning (I tried for a few days after which I gave up). His aunt passed snide remarks as to how I would have no time to cook apart from a few occasional fancy dishes. I just could not bear this. Everyone got together to contribute to the relationship problem that ruined my marriage
The final straw came in September 2012 when on one occasion my father-in-law crossed all limits and said that he hated the ‘status’ of my family, that I would be brought to my knees once my father passed away and all my ‘snobbery’ would be washed away in misery. I walked out, telling my husband that I couldn’t live in that house, and we should have our own home. He took just one day to decide that he wanted a divorce, a decision he didn’t change.
I felt guilty for my relationship problem<
I initially suffered from a lot of guilt post the separation, at times blaming myself, thinking I was too inflexible, that if I had bowed a bit, changed my stance, I could have saved my marriage. But today I know what they wanted was wrong at the core. They wanted a financially independent, professionally successful daughter-in-law to show off to the world. To put on a show that they were ‘modern’ while in their hearts they believed that a girl’s primary responsibility once she was married, was to sacrifice herself at the altar of household work and to serve them. A ‘glorified’ maid to be precise. But isn’t this a common marriage problem? Hordes of women face this life after marriage.
The divorce was a blessing in disguise. I live my life unfettered by the chains of patriarchy that unfortunately still bind our society, something that will still take years to change. I don’t have to think of my relationship problem constantly and I feel free and light now.
I wanted to share my marriage experience story because I know there are plenty of other women who are facing the same situation like I faced. And please don’t look at my story as a sad marriage story I look at it as standing up for who I am, standing up for my identity.