Eye For An Eye

Eight

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly and then all at once.

Hayaan.

I've been avoiding my house for a week now and you know the sad part about it all—she hasn't called once to check up on me.

I met Fatima 3years ago at a friend's housewarming party. We talked while she waited for her friend and I liked her almost immediately. They say you only need a minute to know how you feel about someone and I did.

She was arrogant, egotistic and narcissistic but somehow I stupidly fell for her. I loved everything she did no matter what it was but she had eyes for someone else. Infact while I tried to prove to her time and time again that I loved her she was doing the same to someone else.

Of course she got heartbroken when he got engaged and well—she fell into my arms and agreed to marry me almost immediately.

I loved her but I was more scared of the fact that she might have just agreed to marry me to prove a point to her ex and when I told her I was hesitant for the first time—she told me that she loved me and that he didn't matter anymore.

Maybe I wanted to believe it and I did.
At first marriage was exactly how I expected. I never had any expectations towards her so it never really came as a surprise when she behaved atrociously.

It became worse when we tried to have kids. So far nothing and she had refused to see a doctor, she'd get defensive and cry each time I brought it up and eventually I flipped which was why her mother showed up.

You'd be surprised how thin the line between love and hatred is.

I grew up in a dysfunctional family. Yes, I know what I said that night and technically it wasn't a lie just that those were the memories I had when I was younger.

My parents married out of love and they had my twin brother and I. After that my mother refused to have any children and then my father was forced to marry a second wife who then gave birth to my baby sister.

My mother started throwing tantrums—maybe a little more than that too. She also started having and affair and would use my brother and I as her cover ups, she'd tell us that it was okay since he had another wife but we knew it wasn't. If it was she wouldn't be desperately trying to hide it.

Eventually she stopped hiding it and became very brazen until one day she left with her younger lover.

My father became a shadow of himself which was exactly the opportunity my step mother needed to torment us. My father didn't know and I doubt he really cared—he just sulked everyday.

One day I woke up and my brother was gone. Spent days worrying about what could have happened to him until one day my mother's sister showed up. She forcefully took me from my father, it was also the day I found out that my brother ran away and went to her place. She told me that she had sent him to my mother but I refused, that woman wasn't fit to be my mother and so she accepted it.

So I was practically raised by my aunt.

I didn't grow up having role models. I grew up having people I didn't want to be like and seeing situations I'd
never want to be in. That was enough.

But spending that evening with Jazeel's friend and his family made me realize that I don't want to have kids with a woman like Fatima, she wasn't fit to be a parent and the worst part is that I actually see her doing the same thing my mother did.

I enter my bedroom taking off my blazer and throwing it on the bed.
I stand idly.

The reality of who I married hasn't been the only thing on my mind—actually I could say the other thing made me make up my mind about her. You're curious, it's—