Mrs...to Miss

Hi,

As the clouds cast their dark shadow of rain , nostalgia sets in and am taken back 4 yrs ago when the similar dark shadow engulfed my life .

It was a love marriage for me and so things had to be hunky dory (pun intended). something , however didn't seem right the moment we moved into the rental apartment as I could see very less of my spouse each passing day.Nights would get longer with his wait from work, sometimes making me doze off to sleep.Mornings were very busy for me since being a working woman I needed to rush for work , so right from waking the kid and him up to making breakfast and lunch arrangements consumed much of my time .Though  I had  household help who stayed back to look after my child , she being old barely helped finished tasks on time .It was more a moral support back home since hubby used to drop by for lunch which would make me bit relived about child care .

Soon mornings passed by with bare minimum conversation between us which made me uncomfortable over the days. The communication gap only got wider and refused to bridge distances it has created between us over the years, our sleep abodes changed-- He is hall, me in bedroom.It was close to Independence day that we shifted into this rental apartment after selling off our home more so with an intention to buy a bigger house.Months passed with minimal hmms and ha's between us , though I tried to bring it together by arranging dinners, drives or movies . 

However little did I know that what lay in store of me one fateful morning in October. I was getting ready for work when I hurriedly kept his bed tea and ventured close to shake him up from his slumber. Stumbled on his cell phone lazily kept by his side with its screen open.While putting it aside I noticed some cosy conversations done with a lady unknown to me, this got me curious and leaving the tea aside read through the entire thing shakily holding the phone .It was like a world crashing on me all of sudden, tears welled up my eyes and I left home with a heavy heart that day for work.All through the train journey the call records and conversation played centre stage and made me vulnerable for silent sobs amidst the crowd.

The entire day passed by slower than usual and I became oblivious to surroundings trying to solve my mental maze...which became all the more complex by evening.Friends at lunch guessed something amiss but I brushed aside their doubts by murmuring being bit unwell trying to gulp tiny food morsels into my mouth.

Late nite entries by husband soon became regular feature . Am sure you may be wondering why didn't I confront him at the very beginning, that's just because I myself wanted to be sure of my accustations which prevented me . So thereon began my mysterious journey of tracing all the clues , the lies being told and the proofs I could gather thanks to technology or his carelessness to come to valid conclusion...I was being cheated in my marriage. Unbelievable , but true were the conditions which made me feel like a pauper in the hands of fate ,since I so very loved my spouse and getting hitched to him was my decision duly supported my my folks .

For once I felt left out all alone to wage a lonely battle , and with all my might I did fight it to the "T" to reclaim my self respect back again.

Here ...the journey from Mrs..... to Miss stared taking shape which took good 2.5 yrs before it could culminate into a rightful end.

More on this ...in my next write up....

Take care 

Love

Neha