𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 || Story Time

Happy Alone

sent by anonymous user Miss brown eyes

In all seventeen years of my life I have seen my mother compromise, struggle and adjust according to my family.

Till the time I could understand the familial situation things had taken a rushed up turn. I had to see a few serious arguments between my grandfather and father. My uncle never spoke out aloud against my father but he played his own part during the time.

Kids learn what they see. That's what everyone says but I broke the chain. I didn't learn all that. However blood leaves it's impact on you. I have taken on my grandfather and thus I am not an amiable person.

My mother says I am the perfect child one would want but the only flaw I have is my anger.

Anger is one's own enemy, I know but I can't just let the person have the last word. And if by chance it happens then I put the full stop.

I grew up confident from the outside and nervous from the inside girl. By looks if asked then I must tell you I am tall, taller than average girls of my age. I have a face that holds maturity and innocence but at the same time people find me arrogant too.

Coming to the boys part. Nowadays they are also a great part of a teens life. I got my first proposal at the age of thirteen. Sometimes I wonder if it was early?

If I wanted it I would have had a cliché kind relationship with one of my childhood friends. But my conservative upbringing and morals stopped me from saying a yes.

It was more like people around knew whose daughter I am and which family I belong to. And if I was spotted talking to him anywhere then there were chances of my family knowing it.

I am also termed as a goody two shoes. It's just here I am agreeing to this statement. Yes! I can't stay in the bad books of my father. I love him too much and one harsh word would cause me tears. I knew that if my father had got to know, I would've been doomed.

With slight guilt of hurting his feelings I didn't even give him an answer , not realizing that I was keeping him at bay.

You see I had zero knowledge of it all

I am glad I didn't because if he can't respect me then he can never love me. He was the first boy who proposed to me and I learnt from the situation after that to not let boys be involved in life.

He threatened to slap me , and told the boys around the area to pass comments. And he himself never left a chance to bother me. But I ignored him. Because I know guys like him want attention and I was not going to give him what he wants.

I was in a bad phase when the comments on me turned too much and I was also followed by the group till my tuition. They kept loitering around the area. I don't know why.

Things weren't good at home either.It turned to worse when my father left us at a very early age. I was fourteen and I didn't expect something that bad to happen ever. No one ever does that!

I was looking for support and guidance and unfortunately I could not find it anywhere. It was a hard time for all of us. I was lonely at that time. During that time I realized how alone I felt.

Thank God! My mother is a teacher and earns or our situation would have been worse.

By nature I am aggressive, impatient and a destroyer when angry. My grandfather tried to suppress us and I knew if we wanted our rights then I had to stand up.

At the age of fifteen , sixteen I answered back to everyone who got in my way. I had to stand against all the family politics with my mother and my sister. It hurt a lot. But all of it molded me into what I am.

I was blamed for stealing, my elder sister was called a bad omen and my mother was told by my grandfather that he didn't trust her over my aunt.

She gave my family twenty six years of her life. And in return I got to listen to this. I don't know why but all this has made me feel that it's better if people part ways before things turn bitter.

I don't hate them because they are my family but I don't love them too because they never performed the duties of a family.

Never consoled my mother , never understood her worth and always played mind games.

Now it's four years to all that and things have not changed much. But now my grandfather thinks twice before speaking to me. We still stay together but it feels as if we have different households.

If this is what a family is then...I feel every person is happy alone.

Do you think I am right at my place?

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