The bile is rising in my throat as I write this. A very odd title for a post isn't it? But then this is no ordinary post. It is a post where I freely admit that I was wrong. Wrong about the person that I had chosen to marry a few months ago. And also in which I can safely say without any residual guilt that I was right.
I was right when I decided to end my engagement. She just was not worth it. Not worth the heartache and tears that I went through, not worth the prayers and the mannats.
My Dad went to the hometown a few days ago. The girl's parents went to great lengths to set up a meeting. They wanted reimbursements of all the real and imaginary expenses that they had incurred.
And the worst part is that my Dad paid up whatever they asked for. Four Lakh rupees. Including the cancellation charges for the wedding hall that they had booked. That was the price in monetary terms that was paid for my freedom. Who the bloody hell is going to account for my emotional scarring?
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"Who the bloody hell is going to account for my emotional scarring?"
This is something that people should be held accountable for. The mental agony that is caused by them, they should be through the same.
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