Random chats make us meet interesting people at times. The experiences that they share can give our thinking another dimension. One such person, I met through FB was “Lady L.” It’s for sure not her real name but her name started with the letter “L” and I do not want to reveal her identity so the initials would help. I would skip how chatting helped us meet each other but we decided to meet in Jaipur and I travelled from Delhi to Jaipur to see her. She was an established trainer with many training contracts in hand and many other in the pipeline. I thought I would also get a few contracts with her reference. She promised me the content for Sales training, which I could have used for my future training sessions. All this was enough to take me all the way to Jaipur.
We met at her place and she played a few Sales Training audios for me. We discussed Meditation, spirituality, sexuality and about having a healthy emotional mind. She was 17 years older than I was and I knew that everything that she told me would change my life. She was the one who gifted me my first Motivational self-help book. Further, she took me around the city and we discussed how she landed up alone at the age of 38. She told me about her divorce that took place years back and how her mother had disowned her after the divorce. She would shed a few tears at being alone but she knew how to bring herself back to her normal state. Women with an emotional baggage woo young boys more than a normal happy go lucky woman and this is where I thought I should tell her that being in the same profession, we should get into a relationship. I added what a 21-year boy could say to attract a woman like “I would take care of you and would see you aren’t alone.” She laughed out loud and said she had heard all this a few months back from a boyfriend she had. He would say the same stuff and now he is in Germany with a lot of her money.
“You had a boyfriend after being divorced?” I asked with a lot of curiosity. I wondered, this girl I had imagined to be with, is divorced and had a boyfriend. I probed if she had slept with him and she nodded in a “Yes” with a little explanation “Many Times.” I was taken aback but I was still not disappointed and I thought that people can be cheated twice and that shouldn’t be the right scale to judge them. I emphasized and said, “I still want to stay with you and be by your side.” She hugged me as she found me cute and said, we should meet often then. I was being courageous as I didn’t know how much would “standing by your side” actually take place. Let me tell the young women reading this article, men have this habit of committing more than what they can do. They get emotional, get carried away and promise a lot of things they can’t deliver. So experience them before you go by what they say.
However, we met the next day and she talked about different things in training, taught me a little bit more and then asked me if I believed in Jesus. Being from a Christian school, I didn’t have to believe in him as I knew he was real and did miracles. I dared to ask her that how did her marriage ended in a divorce. Now what I write further is all true and nothing has been exaggerated. This is what she told me:-
“I was stalked by him when I was in college. This boy would throw paper balls at me and would suddenly turn his face away as I looked around. I thought I would complain but I never did. One day, while I was sipping coffee in the college canteen, he came to my table and sat there. He said he liked me and would want to meet me again. I said, “I don’t believe in relationships and would think of marriage once my graduation gets over.” He said he would want to marry me in that case and asked me if I would talk to my mother about it. I said he should come to my place and do that, thinking him to be a college student, lacking any courage to come and meet my mother. We shook hands and parted as I felt much relieved thinking I was out of the loop.
The next day, as I returned from the college, he was there in my sitting room, with his parents, talking to my mother about how much he liked me and would want to marry me as soon as our graduation gets over. I was glad to find a man who loved me so much that he came to my place to talk to my mother. My mother had agreed to it as he came from a well to do family, was a bright student and in his final year. He, in fact, had an offer letter from a company he would have joined after his final exams. It was all set and I felt like I was in a fairyland with the man of my dreams.
The time flew like anything and finally, we started to stay together. It was all going fine until one of my aunts visited me. She was single and pretty and any woman would have liked to be like her. She asked for a cup of coffee and I decided to walk a little to the store nearby to get her some snacks to eat. It took me half an hour to reach the store and get the final billing done. I rushed back to see if she was still there. I was happy to find that she was reading a magazine and didn’t look in much of a hurry. I saw my husband sitting there in the hall with her, reading another magazine. After a while, my husband came into the kitchen to tell me that he and my aunt got intimate in the half an hour while I was away. I was disturbed and I sat down on the kitchen chair to think nothing and keep looking at him. He said, it wasn’t him who started but my aunt played around to finally get him between the sheets. I was listening helplessly and I took it as her fault and freed my husband from any blame.
One fine day my husband told me that he had fallen in love with somebody. I had no one to go back to so I stayed there to bear that as well. She would even visit us and I would prepare her lunch while she would sit on our bed and talk to him. I asked my husband about why he was losing interest in me and he replied that he found me to be immature. I stayed quiet for some days and this led to another problem. He wanted me to divorce him, taking all the blame and not revealing to anyone that he was the one having an extramarital affair.
I was looking for help and I found someone who could have supported me then. It was Kunal, my husband’s friend. I dared to call him to a place where we could have discussed a possible solution to the problem I was in. He listened to all of it quietly and said he would think over it and call me again. The next day we met again and he said that my husband denied listening to any suggestion from him and he still wants me to divorce him. Kunal suggested that I should move out of my marital home and file a divorce. He said he would support me in this, help me hire the best lawyer and would see that my husband pays a good amount in alimony. I was convinced and I met him almost every day to discuss it.
We would meet at his place sometimes and he cared for me more than I had ever experienced. We started coming closer in every way and we would spend our days sitting in cafes and shopping complexes and nights making love. I felt secure while he was around and I forgot the bitter experience of my marriage. The divorce case hadn’t been filed yet and I was already having sex with my husband’s best friend. One day I got a call from my husband that his parents are there and I should come and say that I was the one who wanted to part. I called Kunal but there was no one to answer the call the whole day. I thought he would be out on a business trip and decided to wait for another few days. I didn’t receive any call and I was all alone. There was no one to guide me or help me hire the best lawyer (as promised). Finally, I visited my husband, told his parents that I wanted to part and signed the divorce papers he had got prepared. Kunal had eloped me and as I realised, all he wanted was to get into my pants.“
We were there in a park while she was narrating this story and I was numb without much words to utter. More than getting into a relationship with her, I wanted to know more about her now. I somehow felt that what she had told me was a small part of what she has been through and I was still willing to know everything about her latest boyfriend she had had. We walked out and decided to meet again the next day. We thought of meeting at Jal Mahal this time.
To be continued…