My Journey From Miss To Mrs.

Do you believe in the concept of an alternate universe? If you do, you would probably understand when I say that living a married life is like living in an alternate universe. So I recently boarded the Mrs. Train and man, was I surprised?! It was like I was pushed from a first-class seat to an economy-class seat!

Being on the Miss train

Being the youngest one, I have had my fair share of being spoiled. Now I was not a brat, but my opinions were heard and respected. If I made a mistake it was overlooked and sometimes replaced with a treat for trying. 

If I was sick, people attended to my needs. I can safely say that food was brought to bed for me. Staying up late for an assignment or work validated my sleeping in late (this did not mean I would not participate in household chores, it just meant I started late).

Ordering food that I craved was an option and not eating a certain cuisine was acceptable too.

I was happy riding on the Miss train when my parents decided that I needed an upgrade (or so they thought) and thus I boarded the Mrs. train!

After boarding the Mrs. train

Now, every girl knows that a married life comes nowhere close to a single life, but nobody can say it would be like walking into an alternate universe. 

I married into a joint family system to the only son. This meant I was the star of the family, a person who was expected to satisfy everyone, a person who was supposed to meet everyone’s expectations 

Hopping onto the Mrs train was a shock wave for me. Gone were the days when I could sleep in a little late even if I had been dealing with a nagging international client the night before. 

I was expected to eat all kinds of cuisines and ordering food for myself was totally out of the question. I was given a code of conduct that I had to adhere to at all times. And my likes and dislikes were tailormade to the needs of the in-laws.

Going out with friends and visiting my parents was done only as per the orders from the headquarters.

What’s next?

I am a passenger on a train that is offering me no customer service. Looking out the window of my train of marriage, I am wondering if I have made the right choice or should I hop on trains? 

My experiences have shaped me to be an anti-marriage person. However, I still believe that there is hope. There are ways in which we can draw a line, explain to people that you are a living being and not a rag doll that could be tossed around. 

It takes time and courage to fight a battle. But believe me when I say, with persistence and perseverance, everything becomes conquerable.

Forfeiting a battlefield is something I don’t believe in. I believe in standing surefooted and facing problems head-on and this is exactly what I would do!

What do you think should be the action plan? Do share in the comments!