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Respected Brother/Sister. I didnot finish my whole story below, i will complete my story tomorrow. As I was not pretty and dark in complexion, my parents/sis/siblings/friends/strangers/neighbors all made fun of me since teenage where i lost confidence in me in a lot of ways where i was almost insulted that everytime i walked outside my house, i put my head down so that no strangers comment on my face or my complexion. this has reduced getting friends, boarding train/bus, asking some information to anyone, i was scared and shy to face if any group of men passby as I dont want anyone to scream or yell at my face saying blacky or ugly and spitting just because i had experienced all these. Coming form india, I didnot marry until 30 because i wanted to marry someone who is handsome and western though culturized indian, because i want to show the work "Look at what i got finally after hearing all craps from you" . I had rejected so many proposals that came on my way, who were highly qualified and come from respectable family. I didnot agree to anybody as my main aim was to marry someone handsome and educated. In this process my parents went into lot of trouble spending money looking for a handsome and educated guy for me. They almost spend 150000 Rs towards calling each proposal and traveling to different states. Bad experience that I had when I was young has made me firm on my decision to marry such and such person. I waited virgin for 30 years, not allowed to touch anyone and not allowed anyone to touch me thinking that this way I am pure for my husband and highly traditional for my parents who grew me in the right manner. I had couple of good persons who loved me truly to death and who were also pure in heart and body; but i rejected their love because i didnot want my parents to be upset for finding my own love. Even my father who comes from work was not happy to see me at home staying single and not looking good as i was grewing older. I was scared to stay at my own house, would run to a room where i can hide my face. Also if any friends of my father or neighbors come i always hide as they comment on my features and complexion. I came to usa and finally lived with an old lady who sponsored me to study here and that was even hell. she wont allow me take shower, no proper food, suspicious women who wont allow anything to be touched, my room didnot even have a window to see if its dark, snowing, day, rain. no idea!! most of the small helps that i tried to do for her turns out worse. Like, i tried to clean her microwave as i was cooking, i found some hair inside and i told her can i clean, and she thought i put the hair in myself. these are examples how i was treated. I learned bachelors in india, and then studied science for nursing in usa, then was accepted into resp therapist, and again went to masters in nursing. All of these changes because of my visa that wont allow me to work if i dont have a bachelors or masters. All these years that i lived with the lady for five years, there was no entertainment, no fun no parties with friends outside home, just one movie, stuck at college from 7 am to 9 pm. As i was traditionally raised, i cudnot accept friends who were flirts. I always respected friends with one love and marriage. So i didnot keep much of friends outside.5-6 yrs was like indian jail life. I went to new jersey to study, and same over there i didnot went to have fun, just concentrate on studies. though i lived with roomies i was the same, didnot change for nothing; believing that i will have a good life for what i am suffering. I felt for all what i am trying to avoid and being pure in heart, soul, body, i wud get someone as my husband who will be pure.And the time came that my father passed me the good news after struggling and spending so much of money to find the perfect man as of my choice (pure, honest, *handsome, educated). finally i happened to see the pic of my husband and i accepted. he accepted me. i was surprised as he was handsome and speaks good english.After all these years of suffering in different ways in my life, I thought my life is going to change completely.I was all flying in air, and i got married, long wait to escape from everything. Everything was going good until the first week. We went out and sat on an sharing auto in chennai, that where we had a girl inside with us, to my shock for the first time, my husband was staring at her for 5 minutes and not blinking. That was the first shock i had. Secondly it continued in a restaurant continous sharing another girl, 3rd 4th 5th 6th. Finally i had him in usa, and it was worse because of the dressing of women. i was so simple with long hair and indian dressing that i changed every single thing for him. He worked in a restaurant with a female where he was excited to have him work for her and
