Monday, December 19, 2022

My Diary part 2- New is always scary

We are obsessed with trying everything that is in trend. The new thing, just because everyone is doing it, it becomes our own favourite thing too. There is no specific great reason attached to it, its just the thrill. Just like that dating someone online is also scary. There are a lot of crappy people out there who are ready to take advantage of you for  your money, body and what not. It is very risky to be chatting away giving up personal information away to so many people you barely know. I mean right now there are so so many profiles floating around and with one click you can see almost entire lifetime of so many people all across the globe. You see their kids, their cats and dogs, the new carpet they got, the skin product they use and so many things. 

I had always had the fear to trust my husband in the beginning of our relationship. There was nothing that made me suspicious actively but the idea of him being so far away, us never meeting and that we just knew about each other from the things we told each other. Those were enough reasons for me to not be able to trust him even as a friend initially. There was a lotta chatting, talking involved but never had there been an uncomfortable situation or when I would feel unsafe. 

The internet is a scary thing honestly. Right here you are reading this and I am a complete stranger to you yet you know that I met my husband on Facebook. I don't feel I was wrong when i did not trust hubs for a long time. The idea of trust is very simple for me. It is a learning process. I watch, hear, see and observe every single thing before I make my decision of who is and who isn't worthy of my trust. It is so easy for people to break trust as soon as they want acceptance from elsewhere. I am not entitled but I respect myself enough to make it clear that my trust isn't won over a cup of coffee. I mean everyone of us want love, friendship and acceptance really fast so we can easily fall into trusting people with what is in our mind so that they can reciprocate. I say get rid of the bullock idea and redefine how you let people enter your life. It took me almost 3 years of talking to hubs and then I could really trust him and then another 2years so i could have him introduced to my parents and be confident enough to tell them that he is the one. I had been questioned so many times that why would i trust someone i met over a social media. Initially, my answer would be something blank of "ummm i dont know" and change the topic. Few years later, it was because I have talked to him every single day of my life, because I have been explained what is going on in his life with a key of consistency. There is tremendous effort put into making sure I was always talked to respectfully and without invasion of my privacy. There has been introductions of friends, colleagues and family over the phone. There has been not a single shred of doubt implanted by any action that he would have done if he werent faithful. Honestly, I was always learning and he was too. We were in love, madly in love. Ready to commit to each other and be together. 

The eagerness to meet and embrace each other and show how much love i had for him was my dream. I would look out of the window, looking at the moon in the dark dark sky and think, someday I will look at this same moon with him. 

Within a few months into the relationship, this future actually started to look little blurry. Life always had a way to throw him at a curveball. Failures became a new trend. It was no longer a romantic season. Tests were starting and things started to get hard and questionable. 

Wednesday, December 7, 2022

My Diary Part 1

 Today is 7th December, 2022 and 2 weeks before our 1st wedding anniversary. It has been years since I have known my husband but the learning continues. We have faced many ups and few downs through the year. Going down the memories, it was the most bizarre way to meet your husband especially when we both lived in different countries more than 6000miles apart and when it happened when smartphones and internet was not that famous. 

It all started with a friend request sent by me on facebook to a random guy. He did not even have many personal picture as his profile picture. Huge red flag but well who would explain that to the 15 year old me. A random request, he surprisingly accepted and we started to talk. It was completely non-flirtateous from the start. We were merely talking once a week because I was a very hardworking high school student. Jokes. I did not have access to internet during the week and could only go online during the weekend. 

As he moved from India to United States, he would share his experiences with me. Actually, now when I think hard it was less of experiences and more of talking about his emotional experience of being away from his country. The struggles of an immigrant in a strange far away country, where people didn't look, speak and behave like he did. It was new and scary. The joy of being able to indulge it all in a stanger far away without any judgement seem like a safe game for him. The missing of family, friends, home food. The facing of discrimination, financial turmoil and academic failure came along as he tried his best to make a living. 

Before it gets too intense lets come back to today. I am sitting on the couch of our apartment, it is 6.40am and our christmas tree is standing in the corner. If I stop typing and hear very closely, I can hear him snoring lightly just few meters away in our bedroom. The story that start 10 years, 4 months and 22 days back is still going on today. A girl from Fiji islands and a guy from India making it happen in USA. 


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