I met him when he was a daily wage worker. I didn’t fall for money, looks, or status. I fell for his innocence, his kindness, and the good heart he showed me. I didn’t know his background. I didn’t ask. I just loved him truly. He told me he wanted to study animation, so I supported him. I paid his course fees, bought him laptops, gaming PCs, mobiles. Gifted him an Activa so he wouldn’t have to travel by bus. Changed his wardrobe from ordinary to branded. We rented a house near mine so we could be close.
I paid the advance. I paid the rent. And I slowly turned that empty 1BHK into a home from a spoon to a sofa, from a bed to a fridge to a washing machine I built it, thinking it would be ours forever. I even gifted him a German Shepherd so he wouldn’t feel lonely when I wasn’t there. I took care of him like a child. I loved him like a wife. And we got physically involved because I believed, from the bottom of my heart, that we were going to get married. Everything was smooth until his family stepped in.
I had done my engineering. His sisters, who hadn’t even finished 10th standard, began poisoning his mind “She’s from a big family.” “She’s educated.” “She won’t suit our lifestyle.” I felt maybe they were feeling inferior compared to me, and hence they were doing this. I ignored it too. I thought they would know me properly if they started to live with me, because all they had assumed about me was wrong and that’s not who I am. Even after 6 to 7 years together, suddenly I was “not good enough” for them. Misunderstandings started. Fights started.
I still stayed. I still tried. Then he came home to ask for my hand in marriage in March 2024. My family accepted him. But just a few days later he broke up with me. He said his family wouldn’t contribute anything to the wedding. He gave reasons. Excuses. And he walked away after 8 years in the relationship. I begged him. I cried. I agreed to every condition he and his family gave even things I knew I couldn’t survive because I just wanted him. He came back. But things were never the same.
His family even knowing we were physically involved for 7+ years began searching for other proposals for him. His sisters emotionally blackmailed him “If you marry her, we won’t come to your house or wedding.” He started ignoring me. Stopped giving me time. Stopped giving me love. One day, I found out he planned to vacate the house I built without telling me. We fought. It turned physical. He slapped me across my face. The man I loved more than myself… hit me. He gave me names, he gave me titles, he verbally abused me.
I walked out of the place and I ended it because this is not what I wanted. This is not the life I wanted from him. In these 9 years, all I asked him for was his love, his career, his time. After a few years into the relationship, I saw myself begging for his love, his career, his time which made me feel very low. In 9 years, I never asked for a gift. A dress. A chocolate. All I asked for was his time, his care, his love. I gave him nearly 30 lakhs. I sold my gold. I lost my self-worth, my time, my 20s. And now, even after the breakup he still uses everything I gave the bike, the PC, the house, the life I built for us.
He moved on. I didn’t. Because we weren’t just boyfriend and girlfriend. We were husband and wife in every way we weren’t married. But And now, I don’t believe in love. I don’t believe in marriage. I will live with his memories because I don’t know how to move on from something I gave everything to.
My advice to every girl out there:
Never fall in love blindly. Check his background, know his family, their values. And please never give your body before marriage. Because if it ends you don’t just lose him. You lose yourself.