I was always single and never interested in dating. But one day, I met a boy through one of my local friends who claimed he fell for me the moment he saw me, he said it was love at first sight. I totally ignored him and thought it was just another typical line. But after being chased by him for over two months, I kept meeting him through our mutual friends, and we eventually became good friends.
We used to talk a lot, sit together, laugh, and discuss politics. I found him extremely witty and always appreciated his presence of mind. I started liking him and eventually fell for him. He proposed to me, and I said yes. I was on cloud nine and thanked God every minute for blessing me with exactly the kind of guy I wanted and had been waiting for.
We had similar choices, our thoughts matched, and we were extremely happy to be with each other. He would always say that he doesn’t like girls in general, that he had rejected many girls before proposing to me, and that I was exactly the kind of girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He was very family oriented and was also handling his family business well.
He was responsible and hardworking, which made me love him even more. He initially claimed that since we were from the same caste and same area, marriage wouldn’t be a problem, our families would agree. I started dreaming of being with him forever. The initial two months were like a dream come true for me, but the last few were the biggest nightmare.
Two months into the relationship, his behavior started changing. He would ignore me, not pick up calls or call back. His phone used to be busy every night, and whenever I asked about it, he’d give the most unbelievable excuses that I had to pretend to believe. It was a long distance relationship. I lived in Delhi, and he often visited for work purposes that’s where we met.
Our hometowns were the same. I was so in love with him that I did everything he asked me to. He used to make me cook for him and all his friends. I was someone who had never stepped inside a kitchen, but for him, I learned. I used to cook for his whole team, spending hours in the kitchen before meeting him. He would make me sit among his drunk friends.
I used to get so uncomfortable. I didn’t like it at all but he assured me I didn’t need to worry because he was there. I was a shy and modest girl. It was too much for me to sit among 7 to 8 drunk guys I didn’t even know but for him, I did it all. His behavior gradually got worse. I suspected that something was definitely going on.
I pretended to be okay and convinced with whatever he told me, but deep down I started investigating. I loved him so much and prayed every day that all this was just my misconception. I even asked him to show me his phone, but he denied it, and his reaction was very weird and unusual. That was enough for me to dig deeper.
After a lot of effort, I managed to reach a girl in his Instagram following someone I intuitively knew had something to do with him. I directly spoke to her and found out she had been his girlfriend for the past seven years, and they were supposed to get married the following year. My world shattered. I fell sick, couldn’t move out of bed for weeks, cried, wailed, and stopped believing in God.
After that, he never picked up my calls and blocked me everywhere. His 7 years girlfriend told me he only abuses and curses me now, blaming me for ruining their actual relationship. When I finally managed to speak to him once, he told me that she had cheated on him, and to take revenge, he cheated on her with me. My life got ruined in that process.
He cursed and abused me, saying I should’ve stayed away and that I was just a side chick he used and never loved. He never apologized. Since then, I haven’t been able to forget him or the last words he said to me. His words still run in my head all the time, even though it’s been 8 months since the breakup. It was a 6 months relationship that gave me lifetime trauma.
I’m still stuck there, waiting. I only hope that one day he realizes his mistake and apologizes. I know he’ll never come but I still wait, and my heart longs to see him once more. His girlfriend forgave him for everything and they’re still together and happy. Meanwhile, I’m here, dying every day. He loves her, despite knowing she cheated on him multiple times.
I never tried to cause problems between them, even though I could. I peacefully backed out and told his girlfriend I’ll never come between them and that I’ll move on but I haven’t. I’m still stuck. I cry. I miss him. Every achievement and happiness of mine feels blurred in front of the pain he’s given me. I’ll never be the same. I’ll never love again the way I loved him.
I started meditating, reading religious texts, and listening to Brahma Kumari’s to heal but I’m not able to. Healing is taking longer than I expected.
Question: Should I have sought legal help?
Option 1: Yes. Take police to his home.
Option 2: Should I have involved my family and his?
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