The Unloved Wife

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 11

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He looked displeased with my response or the lack of my attention. He was used to get my attention all the time. I had always made sure that he was at ease. I cared for him always.

I genuinely invested myself in this marriage to work out even when I was the only one doing everything. I just wanted to save my relationship with him at every cost.

I had lost much in saving this relationship which had no value in his eyes. I was just his so called wife he was bound to because he couldn't get the chance to spend his life with the woman he loved.

I started hearing about his affair after few days of marriage. I would get to hear it in every house of his relatives where we went for dinners. Nobody showed any decency to talk about it on my face.

The first time I came to know about it I was very hurt. Just the thought of him loving someone else was very painful to me. He was so distant to me. Only talked to me when it was necessary and he needed something. Otherwise he was cold towards me.

And it deeply effected my already bruised heart.

At that time, I finally realized what my mother had been going through all these years.

My mother's story is heart wrenching. She got married to a man that never loved her.

My mother wasn't a graduate. She had only passed twelveth when she got married to my perfectionist father. It was a mismatched marriage. My father was a highly educated man. He got married to a young woman whom he despised. He got mad at his parents for choosing a girl he don't share any interests with him. His behavior with my mother was very humiliating. I have heard my mother talking to someone that he even used to hit her.

Even after much despise and hatred, I was born after a year of their marriage. My father wasn't happy with my birth not because of my gender but because I was born from the womb of the woman he never liked. He didn't want a child from my mother at all but nature played it's part and I opened my eyes into this world.

Only to be reminded unloved.

He didn't even see me. My grandmother had told me all of this and it wasn't something hidden from anyone. Any sane person could see my dysfunctional family.

My mother was just a woman for my father to fulfill his needs. Neither he ever loved her nor me. We both had same fate. We were unwanted and unloved, mere a liability for him.

After three years of my birth, my father finally met the diamond he always yearned and got remarried. He shifted me and mama to the annex as my mother was of no use for him and I never existed for him at the first place.

Ayesha, the woman he married remained at a distance from me and mama. She didn't disturb our already disturbed lives. She knew the reality, her husband wasn't interested in us. We could never be a danger to her.

I grew up hating that woman who married an already married man. I despise such women who come into a relationship with committed men.

All my life, I had seen my mother working her entire day as a servant in her own home. She never chose the option to get divorced because she wasn't much educated and she had no one to support at her back. Her family forced her to accept her fate and stay at my father's house because divorce wasn't a good option in their eyes.

They believed it was better to suffer in a toxic relationship instead of choosing divorce which was highly disliked by the society.

Mama wasn't papa's wife anymore. She was just a maid working in the home of the woman whom my father loved madly. He respected and loved her unlike my mother whom he treated as if she wasn't a human.

She was treated with disrespected only because she wasn't much educated and fashionable. She was just an ordinary woman. This was her only mistake.

Papa always remained at a distance from mama after his second marriage. He never came into annex to check upon us. He got two daughters and a son from his second marriage. They were his only children. He never counted me as his daughter. He just paid expenses of me and mama otherwise he had no relationship with us.

Growing up I had seen mama yearning for his attention. She would be hurt everytime she would see a happy family in front of her eyes.

She never got her husband's love. Papa was so harsh towards us that I don't think he had ever spoken softly with mama.

"Why do you get so much hurt Bano? Don't let others hurt your feelings. Be brave. I don't want you to suffer the same fate as me" Saherbano looked into the sad eyes of her beloved daughter.

She tried to make her daughter understand the value of education, independence and freedom. She herself got nothing of it and she was suffering miserably.

"I can't see them happy mama! I just can't. Why don't they care that we also exist" She started crying silently.

She was hurt to see her father enjoying the evening with his family in his newly bought expensive car.

"What you gonna get from him anyways. It's hurtful but he doesn't care about you Bano. You don't exist for him. You are only my daughter and I can't see you crying for a man who doesn't even consider as his daughter!" Saherbano tried hard to not cry but her crying daughter made her vulnerable.

"Why mama?" Fifteen years old Mehrbano cried bitterly.

"Bano! We can't force anyone to love us" Saherbano muttered sadly.

My beloved mama tolerated everything for me only. She would look at me sometimes and pray that I get a loving and caring husband. I would spend my life happily unlike her.

But the real world is bitter, I have got what my mother got. I shared the same fate as her.

I am also the unloved wife.