It has been almost a month since I visited my blog to pen down my thoughts. I am always surrounded by my students with their never-ending doubts. It's not that I am complaining about it rather I get an immense happiness and satisfaction to realize that I can be of some help to my students. Though educators get to be in touch with the latest information to update one's knowledge, I suppose we hardly get time to be with oneself. I strongly believe that one need to spend quality time with self to grow as an individual. What could be the best way to spend quality time with self than to reflect on every raw and unrefined thoughts and transform it into refined words. I have always wanted to write everything I feel, see, and hear, no matter how personal it might be because whenever I write, I feel free. It's one of the ways to pour out my feelings, both positive and negative. Therefore, today I am going to write about something which I haven't dared to openly talk to anyone, not even to myself, with the hope that by the time I finish this article, it might help me to come in terms with my nightmarish past.
Today I am going to write about one of the boldest thing I have ever done in my life. It was exactly one year ago when I lost my dumbest lover to another girl. Call it a sheer coincidence or f***king karma, she was past lover of my younger cousin brother. My cousin broke up with her as I, somehow, managed to convince him to leave her as she wasn't the kind of girl that I wanted to be the part of my family. Since I am one of the elder family members, I am highly respected and valued by my younger siblings. So, he paid heed to me and decently walked away from her. I was clueless of the worst part to come in my way.
After a year, f***king karma kicked me so hard on my arse that I am still confused and shocked the hell out of my life. I wouldn't say that I was in perfect relation with my a**hole pre-owned person (lover), but I can't deny the fact that I was happy with him. If I say that I wasn't happy back then, I would be lying to myself. Things between me and my pre-owned person weren't as good as it initially started off. Crappy stuffs led to countless fights and I strongly felt and sensed that both of us were drifting further and further with number of fights and illogical fights increasing day by day. Those were the days which make me shiver with terrible cold and I can still feel horrifying goose bumps when I recall those sleepless nights with haunting silence between us. We were cohabiting as if two people are compelled to live together at gun point. During those horrifying days, one night while my pre-owned person was out, I received a call from my dear friend. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard that my pre-owned person was seen driving my car with unknown woman in the front seat. I was so shocked and wanted to get it clarified from horse's mouth but somehow, I stopped from doing so. I still don't know why I didn't charge him of fooling around with another woman while he was still in relation with me. Anyways, I started getting numerous information from my friends and loved ones about them. I acted as if I was clueless of his affair. I let him to continue seeing her.
Later, one fine day, I came to know through my best friend that the unknown woman, who was going out with my pre-owned person was none other than my cousin brother's ex-lover, whom I have diligently kept out of my brother's life. The most shocking fact is that she was my student. I taught her and she has seen me several times with my pre-owned person. Seems like she had her eyes on him long time back, which I was completely not aware of. The fact that my student had a guts to sleep with my pre-owned turn me into an insane woman. The very next day, I went to her teaching practice school with every intention of breaking every single bone in her fragile body. When I reached her school, I couldn't find her as she was on medical leave. I then rushed to hospital and I was disappointed to know that she was nowhere to be found. I knocked each and every door to search her. Finally, I found her. I then bashed her with all my might and rushed back to my workplace. I, honestly, don't remember how I drove to and back from the place where I hit her.
When I reflect back on that day's incident, I wonder from where the hell did I get the courage to bash her. I wasn't angry for losing my pre-owned person to her as he is one of the most cunning, selfish, self-centered, disloyal, arrogant, proud, and egoistic person on this earth. The sole purpose for bashing her was to let her realize that what she did was completely not acceptable and not ethical. I didn't lose a gem to her rather I am thankful for setting me free from the strong claws of dominating person. What could be the best way to remind me of what happened one year ago then to hear such a delightful news about their marriage.
This article is my gift for the newly wed couple :). My first anniversary of bashing her up coincides with their wedding anniversary.
