So what has come between us? RG and I were a happy couple. We still are, only till we are alone together. But there is so much that comes between us: home, family, issues... I know we would be perfect if we were living somewhere far off, had our friends and work. But living with unhappy pessimists rubs on to us.
I try to spend as much time away from home as possible, because I don't feel I belong here. And RG knows it. He knows that there's no way his folks and I can be family. And he knows too that I have tried, tried enough to change that. But like they say in Hindi, taali ek haath se nahi bajti (you can't clap with one hand)!
Does that change anything? Does RG respect me for trying or does he loathe me for failing? Either way, he knows his mind: moving out is not an option. Not for him.
I loved my family and was ready to love his too. But it didn't turn out like that. I could love them more if I did not hate them so much for coming between RG and my happiness. Or for weighing their tears with our joys, for killing the child in me, for forcing me into a life I never wanted.
My tears and sadness are not reasons enough for RG to still think we could make a home away from here. I know we can. I know we should for the children we haven't had yet. Would it amount to ingratitude to his parents if he, the son of the family, moved out?
RG believes he's the joy in his parents' life.
And my life? What of that?
I try to spend as much time away from home as possible, because I don't feel I belong here. And RG knows it. He knows that there's no way his folks and I can be family. And he knows too that I have tried, tried enough to change that. But like they say in Hindi, taali ek haath se nahi bajti (you can't clap with one hand)!
Does that change anything? Does RG respect me for trying or does he loathe me for failing? Either way, he knows his mind: moving out is not an option. Not for him.
I loved my family and was ready to love his too. But it didn't turn out like that. I could love them more if I did not hate them so much for coming between RG and my happiness. Or for weighing their tears with our joys, for killing the child in me, for forcing me into a life I never wanted.
My tears and sadness are not reasons enough for RG to still think we could make a home away from here. I know we can. I know we should for the children we haven't had yet. Would it amount to ingratitude to his parents if he, the son of the family, moved out?
RG believes he's the joy in his parents' life.
And my life? What of that?
