It was my second year of bachelor’s. After our first class ended, we were waiting for the next professor. Suddenly, a girl walked into our classroom. The room was full, and she sat right behind my bench. I said hi and introduced myself. Everything went well. We slowly became friends and exchanged numbers. We used to help each other with assignments and study for exams. Both of us got good grades.
In the final semester, I told her that I liked her. She didn’t say anything at first and told me she needed time. After that, she stopped talking to me. I felt like I ruined our friendship and was really sad. I knew she was planning to apply for a master’s in the USA. At first, I wanted to pursue M.Tech and get a core job, but my GATE score wasn’t great, so I applied for master’s too and got into a good university.
I came to the USA one semester after she did. As time passed, I made a few friends here, but I still kept thinking about her. One day, I decided to message her on Instagram. I just said hi, and she replied, telling me she was living in Ohio and even invited me to visit. When I went there, the moment she saw me, she hugged me tightly and said, I miss you, I love you so much, and I can’t wait to be with you.
That’s the moment I actually got happy tears and I even hugged her very tightly. After we finished our master’s, we both got internships, and later they offered us full time jobs. She got a better offer than me and started earning more. Slowly, she began buying only branded things and became obsessed with her looks, almost like a model.
After six months, we got married in India and came back to the USA. I took her on an expensive vacation to Fiji, and we also went to Hawaii and other places. After marriage, things started to change. She began posting everything on Instagram and expected me to buy something new for every post. Just because her friend has many followers who are ugly than her.
She would say, I want a fancy outfit for each post, and I like to post 2 to 3 times a week. At first, I was able to manage buying her Gucci bags, Louis Vuitton earrings, Neiman Marcus stuff. She always dragged me to those stores. I bought her everything because I felt that’s what I was earning for my wife. But when it came to taking photos, I wasn’t good at it. I tried my best, but the pictures were never up to her standards.
One day, I was out of a project, and my credit card bills were pilling up. She still had her job but kept saying, My money is mine. You should manage your finances better if you want to afford things. We argued when I asked if she could help with the rent. She got upset, packed some clothes, and said she was going to stay at her friend’s place for some personal time.
The next day, I saw her posting nice pictures on Instagram. When I asked about them, she said she had hired a professional photographer. Then she told me she wanted to go to Canada, and I said okay. After that, she turned off her phone for five days. She replied on and off, saying she had no signal. Every time I tried to ask something, she would say, Stop disturbing me, or Leave me alone, and accuse me of being obsessive and controlling.
After she came back to the USA, she was always on her phone, started ignoring me, changed her passwords, and would leave the house in the middle of the night. One day, I accessed her iCloud through her MacBook and found out she had gone to Iceland with someone. I saw several selfies of her in bed, naked, with the same guy turned out to be the photographer. That’s when I realized she had been sleeping with him. My heart was completely broken.
I was jobless, struggling to pay rent, and still trying to support her lifestyle because she wanted to be an Instagram model. When I found out she had gone to Iceland with another guy and lied about it, I knew I had to end it. We got divorced, and I went through a lot of pain. Now she’s living on her own, and even the photographer left her. I learned that it’s not about how long you know someone it’s about their maturity and how willing they are to understand and grow together.