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Respected Brother/Sister. I did not finish my whole story below; I will complete my story tomorrow. As I was not pretty and dark in complexion, my parents/siblings/friends/strangers/neighbors all made fun of me since teenage years, where I lost confidence in many ways. I was almost insulted every time I walked outside my house, so I put my head down to avoid strangers commenting on my face or complexion. This has reduced my ability to make friends, board trains/buses, or ask for information from anyone. I was scared and shy to face any group of men passing by, as I did not want anyone to scream or yell at my face, calling me names or spitting because I had experienced all these things. Coming from India, I did not marry until 30 because I wanted to marry someone who is handsome and Western, though culturally Indian, so I could show the work "Look at what I got finally after hearing all the craps from you." I had rejected so many proposals that came my way, who were highly qualified and came from respectable families. I did not agree with anyone as my main aim was to marry someone handsome and educated. In this process, my parents went through a lot of trouble, spending money looking for a handsome and educated guy for me. They almost spent 150,000 Rs towards calling each proposal and traveling to different states. The bad experience I had when I was young has made me firm on my decision to marry such a person. I waited a 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 raised me in the right manner. I had a 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 did not 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 growing older. I was scared to stay at my own house and would run to a room where I could hide my face. Also, if any friends of my father or neighbors came, I always hid as they commented on my features and complexion. I came to the USA and finally lived with an old lady who sponsored me to study here, and that was even hell. She wouldn't allow me to take a shower, provide proper food, and was a suspicious woman who wouldn't allow anything to be touched. My room didn't even have a window to see if it was dark, snowing, day, or raining. No idea!! Most of the small helps that I tried to do for her turned out worse. For example, I tried to clean her microwave as I was cooking, I found some hair inside, and I told her I could clean it, and she thought I put the hair in myself. These are examples of how I was treated. I learned a bachelor's degree in India, and then studied science for nursing in the USA, then was accepted into respiratory therapy, and again went to a master's in nursing. All of these changes were because of my visa that wouldn't allow me to work if I didn't have a bachelor's or master's. All these years that I lived with the lady for five years, there was no entertainment, no fun, no parties with friends outside the home, just one movie, stuck at college from 7 am to 9 pm. As I was traditionally raised, I couldn't accept friends who were flirts. I always respected friends with one love and marriage. So I didn't keep much of friends outside. 5-6 years was like Indian jail life. I went to New Jersey to study, and the same was over there; I didn't go out to have fun, just concentrated on studies. Though I lived with roommates, I was the same, didn't change for anything; believing that I would have a good life for what I was suffering. I felt for all that I was trying to avoid and being pure in heart, soul, body, I would get someone as my husband who would be pure. And the time came that my father passed me the good news after struggling and spending so much money to find the perfect man as of my choice (pure, honest, *handsome, educated). Finally, I happened to see the picture of my husband and I accepted. He accepted me. I was surprised as he was handsome and spoke good English. After all these years of suffering in different ways in my life, I thought my life was going to change completely. I was all flying in the air, and I got married, a long wait to escape from everything. Everything was going good until the first week. We went out and sat on a sharing auto in Chennai, where there was 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 with continuous sharing with another girl, 3rd, 4th, 5th, 6th. Finally, I had him in the 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
