The jail of marriage
I stopped my studies and married him. We had to move to Scotland. It was a new unknown country for me. After a few days, I was already homesick. Not being with my family was painful. I survived through my memories. I had no job except to look after Gauthaman and the house. After he would go to work, I would spent several hours thinking back about the pleasures I had in my country. I was missing the regular visits of the relatives, the dinner in family and the fun moments with my friends when I had been to school. I was suffering in silence as my husband hardly talked with me. He was too busy with his work. I would wait until he comes back from work and then he would tell me that he has already eaten outside and would go to bed. My only distractions were my memories with my family.
After a few weeks, I started to see a change in the personality of my husband. He was becoming more violent. I thought that it was because of work pressure. He would shout on me because he did not like the way I answered him. He would tell that as a woman, I had to be obedient and never reply him back. Then, it got worse. He would start to shout if he did not like the tone of my voice when I talked to him. He did not allow me to choose the clothes that I wanted to wear, especially when his friends were coming home. He started to consume alcohol. Without any reason, he would create a fight and beat me. As he understood that he had a bad behaviour, he forbade me from phoning to my family. He even started to accuse me of cheating him although I was always at home. I did not know what to do. One day, as he went out, I called the police and they arrested him. We got separated."
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