I said “its my underwear, don’t you know even that”. He asked “first tell me why are you not wearing a saree”? I said “I did not feel like wearing it”. He continued “who gave you the permission to wear such clothes”?
I said “I am not a kid who needs permission for everything, I can do what I want to. Who are you to question me like this”? He shouted loudly “I am your damn husband and you are supposed to do as I say”.
I said “oh yes my dear damned husband, I am your wife not your slave, remember that. Also if you don’t have a problem when our daughter wears even more aggressive clothes then why these double standards for me”?
He was about to slap me when I held his hand, I said “don’t you dare slap me or I will call the cops and have you arrested for physical abuse and you will spend the rest of your life in jail”.
He didn’t see this threat coming especially from me because like I said in the beginning I was a quiet meek cow all this while. Now he calmed down, I said “you are making an issue out of nothing, all women wear such clothes so why can’t I”?
The cop threat had its desired effect, he asked me in a normal tone “but why now Sarita after so many years? What will people say”? I shouted “hell with everyone, they can do what they want to but when I do it they have a problem”?
He was about to say something, I cut him saying “I am not done yet, I always wanted to dress like this, but you never even asked what I want or like. So when I saw this in a mall I bought it with my own money”.
He interrupted saying “it is not about the money Sarita”. I said “stop being a pussy like always, for once be a man that you are supposed to be. When I reached home and called you, you said you were out at dinner with children, did you even ask me once if I had dinner or if you could bring me something”?
He again interrupted but I cut him, I said “don’t interrupt me, in the last three days you went out for dinner everyday with our children, in the last 23years of marriage besides our honeymoon when have you taken me out? Can you even remember one day”?
He whispered a no, I said “say it loud, I want our children to also hear this”. He said “why do they need to hear our talks”? I said “if they can hear you shouting at me for no reason then they deserve to hear this too. If you cannot say it loud then should I call them here”?
My Ex said “I am sorry Sarita”. I cut him and called my children inside, they stood watching us with wide eyes. I turned to my Ex, I said “now say from the beginning what you were saying”.
With shame plastered across his face, he said “I am sorry Sarita, it is all my fault”. I added “say that you are sorry that you were about to slap me”. He said “yes I am sorry for that too”.
To be continued….
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