I’ve known my partner for 11 years now and we’ve been married for about 2 years. We dated on and off for a couple of years with one big break in the middle. During this break we managed to have other relationships but nothing really worked out. And so one day my mother suggested I revisit my original boyfriend and see if there was still a spark and yes there was a gigantic spark. At this point I figured that I wanted to get married, my partner wasn’t exactly ready due to career nevertheless I hurried an engagement. Something that I overlooked was his background, our families were poles apart but the both of us understood each other so well and so on. Well these differences were the reason my parents decided to call off the engagement. The both of us were devastated, I roamed around like a zombie for months while he broke from inside. I tried my best to move on but I still loved him. During a difficult time when a family member suffered from cancer I felt I had no one to turn to, I glanced at his number on my phone many times to dial but I couldn’t do it, until on the day before the operation. He picked up and immediately I felt at ease. I knew that this is whom I still love very much.

I persuaded my parents to allow me to marry him, they gave into me finally. My wedding day felt more like a funeral. My family looked so sad and beaming with happiness I couldn’t notice. From then on things went down hill. Our honeymoon was a disaster; there were serious financial problems, which led to arguments. Something that I dreamed for had finally happened but it just kept on going wrong. I began to take advice from family and friends for what to do in order to make things work out. My parents said to move to my home city and then to London, still nothing worked out. On the advice of others I kept on dragging my husband from one situation to another, not realizing that I was breaking him everytime.i had made him change his career paths twice, I made him relocate more than 3 times and his love for me made him do whatever I asked. Two years of marriage and I had broken the man I loved the most in my life, it took me to whole years to see that! My family and friends were absolutely fed up at this point. I would come up with some plan and then change my mind again and then go up to my parents complaining that I he cant provide for me etc. my parents took to me to therapy and then I went with my husband and just after a few sessions I felt everything was ok but it wasn’t, we were exhausted and whenever I looked at him I felt guilty for what I had done. I could only think of one solution and that was to give my husband a divorce, free him from me and my parents would be relieved. So it would be a win-win situation.

BUT I CANT LET GO BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH